Pressure builds inside of my head as I sit in this empty room

I would like to be happy instead of under a cloud of gloom

The sweat feels like rainfall upon my skin, I pretend it is

I being attacked by panic again, I will never get used to this

Outside my window, the tree is bright and green

Neighbors walk by and the summer birds sing

The world is spinning as it should in perfect harmony

My head is spinning too, a whirlwind of misery

I look to the peace that I know that I knew, but is out of place

I look to the good Lord to restore me again to a state of grace

I think I feel that its getting better, but time moves slow

No such thing as an instant fix when you are down this low

Outside my window, the tree is bright…