Stresed about the many different duties
Making money is no problem
I just cant make it out the lining
Whenever I see us it makes me sad
I just cant see the life we had
My eyes are binded
Havent seen the support you used to have
Why does life make me mad
Havent made enough for the dream we had
No one likes it when your perfect
I cant even make you mine
But the men your with make me *******
Why cant you just accept me for the real me
All you want is money thats no problem
Come with me
Be with me
Why do you have an issue
I have no issues just
stay with me