Had to think about the days of the week one at a time before realising they all end in Y

It’s a day with a Y in it, so obviously I’m over it
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I tried not to worry, and I tried being sorry
For being born in the wrong place at the wrong time

Cause I’ve been
Messed up, stressed out, talking to myself again
Locked up, left out, terrified of everything
Wound up, found out, waiting round for something to give

Frank Turner - Haven’t Been Doing So Well

The song is about anxiety, but the Venn Diagram between these communities is just about a circle anyways as far as I can tell.

Don’t you ever wake up and suspect
That you were simply never cut out to be
The kind of person they expect
The person you intended to be
And I keep it all in with my idiot grin
And I’m doing my best, but there’s very little left
So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell
I haven’t been doing so well

that feeling never goes away, then you die, and everyone says how lazy and selfish you were because you never did any work