The worries, worries, worries, come parading in the my head.

They run, jump, and hunt for me in the darkest parts. 

Screaming, yelling, howling, like demons of the night.

Oh how I wish, wish, wish, that I could fight...

The words, they come, and slither around my heart and grip tight.

Causing me to convulse and shudder, and drown in spite.

Madness, anxiety, madness, insanity, madness...

Leave me be.

I wish I could be the Red Queen,

Because then it would be 'off your head with thee!'