Generation Anxiety

[Verse 1]
At twenty-five, felt like life passed me by,
My peers got kids and loans — I still rent on the side,
My parents by that age had a home and a vow,
I’m building a career they could cancel tomorrow — wow.

Infantilization or just different beliefs?
Crisis of adulthood or of identity’s grief?
“Thirty’s the new twenty,” that’s what therapists preach,
But anxiety don’t care what the numbers teach.

Generation of renters — we lease everything,
Apartments, cars, even music’s on strings,
Nothing’s ours, it’s all temporary and thin,
How you build a base when the ground caves in?

Gig economy — is that freedom or trap?
Freelance sounds cool till your wallet goes flat,
And rent’s due, food too, therapy bills,
No clients this month — paranoia kills.

[Chorus]
Generation Anxiety — we’re always in stress,
Every choice feels like existential chess,
Too much freedom, too many lanes,
Paralyzed by options — invisible chains.

[Verse 2]
FOMO — the fear that you’re missing your part,
Scrolling at 3 AM — that’s just the art,
It’s routine now, like brushing your teeth,
Social media’s the drug — we’re all beneath.

Anxiety, depression — the labels we wear,
Therapy’s normal, but the stigma’s still there,
Mental health awareness — yeah, that’s progress,
But why’s everyone sick? Maybe the system’s a mess.

Burnout by thirty — that’s the new norm,
Hustle culture kills you, but rest ain’t form,
“Chase your dream!” — say the millionaires loud,
But if the dream is survival — where’s the crowd?

Quarter-life, mid-life — crises in line,
Life’s not a journey — it’s paperwork time,
From one dead end to another, burnout to doubt,
Where’s the joy, the meaning, that breakthrough shout?

[Chorus]
Generation Anxiety — we’re always in stress,
Every choice feels like existential chess,
Too much freedom, too many lanes,
Paralyzed by options — invisible chains.

[Verse 3]
Climate’s burning, economy cracks, wars, disease,
“Focus on career!” — professors still preach with ease,
How to plan a future that don’t even exist?
How to save for retirement you won’t ever reach?

Postponing kids — no money, no peace, no trust,
And the world we’d bring them to — covered in dust,
Biological clock ticks, society’s push,
But inside there’s a voice — “Fix yourself first, shush.”

Parents don’t get it — “We had it worse back then!”
Maybe true — but you had a deal, my friend,
Work hard, you grow — that contract’s gone,
Now three jobs deep and still can’t move on.

But here’s the paradox — we’re the most educated gen,
Got access, info, opportunity — amen,
But somehow sadder, more lost, more tense,
Maybe it’s the system — not our defense.

[Outro]
Generation Anxiety — but we ain’t victims,
We’re the first to say it out loud — that’s wisdom,
Normalize the talk, break taboo,
Searching for light, even blind, still true.

Maybe our anxiety’s not weakness, but sense,
A radar detecting the system’s pretense,
Maybe we’re not broken — we just don’t fit,
Old frames are dying — new ones legit, shit.