Meltdown

Sitting back, trying not to let the b.s. phase me About five minutes away from flipping out and going crazy Bills piling in, but I'm trying not to worry about it Smoking with Mary everyday because my mind ain't right without it I need a vacation, but I cannot afford one Right now I feel like one of God's forgotten sons Only difference is, I'm His forgotten little girl My shoulders are getting heavy from carrying the weight of my world And I am so tired of the b.s. that that life feeds me Wish I could shut the world out so I can just live and be me But I guess that's impossible since the world is still downing me Everybody's wants and opinions are doing nothing but drowning me I'm trying, but hell, no matter what, its never good enough And I don't know what else to do besides give up So I sit... and puff and puff until all the stress has dissolved Because when its just me and Mary, all of my problems are temporarily solved