I see your stress
your face wears it like a dress
your worries you can't address
trying to fight life, and survive the rest
asking god all the right answers to his test
nothing working out,
everything else is a mess.
lighting up another ****,
to get the stress off your chest.
Nothing is ever perfect,
not matter now hard your try.
The harder you work,
the closer you are to getting by.
Impossible to get ahead,
and you don't know why.
Getting closer to the edge,
Thank god, your passion will never die.