Every thing seems to be piling on one at a time
The inconvenience and missing of things never ends
It's mocked in the face and black and white of the mirror
He is an enemy,a hater,he is not a friend
Though my world isn't entirely colorless,there are bits of red
That highlight my misunderstanding and growing anger
these are waters that I am forced to accept and tread
I'm a wrinkled piece of clothing that can't be pulled off the hanger
There are some thing that we cannot control
But,its's not fair that the bad things just keep coming
All of the world is on my shoulders,I can't take a toll
Of all times,now is when I want to be running
My hands are burned when they reaaly don't need to be in fire
ne side is floppy,and side is perfect,tell me why
Why is it that two sides can't be perfect at the same time
No matter how many times I slave over and try
I'm sick of all this crap happening at one single time
I need a break,can you hear me in the midst of this mess
Everyday,I try to make words for you that rhyme
Why,tell me why the hell does their need to be so much stress