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Stress Levels On Max

Stress levels on max, 110 percent no time to relax, He's got so many things going through his brain, That the average man would simply go insane, Slices on his wrist to try and ignore the pain, But day after day it still remains the same, They say that everything happens for a reason, But if that was the case then he'd have no reason for breathin, Closes his eyes and tries to take away all of his pain today, When he feels someone take that gun away, Hears the voice of his best friend start to say, It isn't worth all this I can promise you that man, We can all see that your doing the best you can, And everything really does happen for a reason, There was a reason I was here and a reason your still breathin, No the pain doesn't simply just go away, But it'll hopefully get a little easier day after day, When you wake up a year from now remember these words I say, If it'll help you to get through another day,

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