Stressed Out
I am stressed out, to the point of no return
I need to be let free
But that is not happening
Everything is coming from each way
I can say, it wasn't my day
But it is never my day
I have so much bad luck
That I need to duck
But it comes so fast, I do not have the time to
I do not know what to do
I think what is this about
That I am Stress Out
Copyright © Roberlynn Jones | Year Posted 2012
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