Stress

Twelve A.M. Monday night
 Skipping sleep, don't feel right
 Naturally i get asked why
 Approach this indirectly cause boys don't cry
 Not much i want to say about me
 I'm not worth many words at all
 Planes they call, I say wait
 Passing boats know my name
 Naturally i want the best for my sake
 But, nothing's for sure, work shares half with fate
 Don't take well to inner conflict
 One like this splits my head in two
 Flip a coin on its side
 Mirror mirror tell me why
 Destiny is so unclear
 She speaks in tongues
 But not in mine
 I live to tire
 I'm ran around
 Dumpster fire lost and found
 Young naivety in the flesh
 Only lies pick up my mess
 I'm keeping it cool, calm, and collected
 I try to not stress it
 But there are some days
 That don't feel so blessed
 So I start depressing
 But stress can be bested
 I'm not to be messed with
 I'm keeping it cool, calm, and collected
 I try not to stress it
 But there are some days
 That don't feel so blessed
 So I start depressing
 But stress can be bested
 But stress can be bested
 I'm not to be messed with