Not a lyrical-genius, but this is what I feel. [Panic, attacks and sorrow... ]

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I'm not a lyrical-genius or a rapper in any way and I've never shared something like this before... But I thought that I'd try to share a little something about what I feel. This was written in Swedish so I had to translate and change things.

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Imagine the lyrics on a beat like this:

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Panic, attacks and sorrow...
I wonder if I wake up, tomorrow?

I'm no artist, my lyrics suck, I still do this? - Fuck.

Tears rolling' down my cheeks, not my proudest moment, but I'm my own worst opponent.

My father, my role model, he was there when I started (to) toddle.

I wobble and tremble, but I'll still assemble, pick up myself,-before I burst to tears. Ouch my ears, all the pain and fears.

Paralyzed with open eye(s), anxiety grows inside of me, scared to cry.

Panic, attacks and sorrow...
I wonder if there's a tomorrow?

I'm trying to smile, with teeths like a crocodile.
It's a form of denial, an act of thoughness. Bluffness.

I'm afraid of living and afraid of dying, I won't tell you otherwise, cuz that's lying. I can't control it, can't understand it. I'm no Pennywise, but I feel like I'm clowning. Drowning.

Still laughs in public but crying when alone, AI, please give me a clone.
Without heart and feeling(s), to stop the bleeding(s).

I beg of you, put a smile on my face, this is like a never ending race.
My panic, attacks and sorrow makes me afraid of tomorrow.

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