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.