Stress
There is a something
That keeps me awake
Like a nicotine craving
It yearns and it aches
We all get this something
More than we think
Some more than others
And some really sink
It’s that bit of stress
That won’t let you be
There more like you love
There’s more than just me
We all feel it different
But in all it’s the same
It’s that feeling of doubt
That drives you insane
It scratches and burns
In the back of your mind
Push right through love
And I swear you’ll be fine
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