No time to breathe
Stress is a messMakes us confess
The tension in the mind
So easy to find
Muscles are so tight
Something is never right
Eyes refuse to shut
The soul has another inner cut
The brain races more
For many answers but what for?
Need to reach out
To find what all of this is really about
How to deal with life
That hurts so much like a knife
No blood is coming out
No need to scream and no need to shout
What is the name?
Of this never ending game
Overwhelmed to the max
Emotionally melting like wax
Take anything to delay
The state of mind, that will not go away
No time to sit in the sun
Only a few things relieve the weight of a ton
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