stress

I'm really stressed

Sometimes I don't know what I'll do

I have so much work, so many responsibilites

And I don't even have a clue

Who knows what will happen today?

Why am I in pain?

Am I going to make it through tonight?

Will I end up going insane?

And don't get me started on YOU

You and your confusing, questionable mind

You and your awkward demeanor

Sometimes I wonder if you're blind

But I have more important things to worry about

School, friends, reaching thirty

Thank goodness I left my room clean

That way when they find me, they won't think I was dirty

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