stressed

Stressed to the point when you can’t even cry

knocked around by the truth, so you can’t even lie

Battered by the world and every pitch is a curve

Bemused by your own actions, you question all that you’ve learned

You try to shake off the bullshit but know either way you’ll get burned.

Yearn for that fairy tale life but adjust when you open your eyes

For experience has taught you only in self can you rely

the mounting pressures often felt could produce diamonds

And stress nags like a bitch, so she’ll keep on reminding

you of the disappointments and suck your strength from within

just suck another shot down and you’ll forget itl all again.