Texty: So They Say. Anxiety Is Setting In.

It was cold and dark
I seemed very out of place
I felt my legs get weak
And the wall's start to shake

But anxiety is setting in
The leaves were growing, hands pulling my skin
And that's when I put my hands around
The only thing that made sense

We're on our own
So, here's the news, we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own
So, here's the news, we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

It's so unjust it seems
That I can't see what you see
And I found the cancer still alive

It's coursing through our veins
We'll never be the same and that's why
I put my hands around the only thing that made sense

We're on our own
So, here's the news, we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own
So, here's the news, we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

I guess that we should have known
I guess that we're on our own

We're on our own
So, here's the news, we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own
We're on our own
They never wanted, wanted us to know