Ann sits in a little room, with a big window
Where we talk about my pain
And make it okay
To feel what I'm feeling
I didn't even know I felt this way
I've felt this way for so long
Ann knows what goes inside my mind most of the time
Then she'll push me to think about the things that make cry
Cry me fears away, I'll cry my fears away
Away, away
Ann let's get this right, let's navigate through my mind
It's hard but I will get to it
Oh, I'm petrified to say the things that don't feel right
It's hard but I will get through this
Get through this
Get through this
Ann sits in a little room with a big window