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
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