Crises

I know that anxiety has taken over you
Burned all your dreams and left you hurt
Don't give up, it will pass
Just keep trying to breathe

And like a knife, it cut you deep
And like a drug, it brought you down
Making you cry
Taking away your will to sing

And like a knife, it cut me deep
And like a drug, it brought me down
Making me cry
Taking away my will to sing

My will to sing
Ooh
My will to sing

But I promise I will get better
I've heard myself say
That everything will pass

And like a knife, it cut me deep
And like a drug, it brought me down
Making me cry
Taking away my will to sing

And like a knife, it cut me deep
And like a drug, it brought me down
Making me cry
Taking away my will to sing

(My will to sing)
(My will to sing)