Almost. Almost is the word that comes to mind When I think about the final tests. Almost over, almost done, almost there. Almost nothing in my head, only air.
I’m so scared, I’m so scared, Return to the place Where life is a maze And happiness might not be guaranteed.
Stress, stress, stress Did you give them your address? In the midst of all this mess I am stressed about the deal with the devil.
Now, get out of my head. Can’t you hear what I said? As I lay in my bed, You bring nothing but anxiety and tears.
Pain, hurt, ache While your health is at stake, And I see your arm shake You insist that money doesn’t grow on trees.
And he sits, and he stands, and he now understands That he’s widowed and she’s never coming back. And he sits, and he stands, as he now understands That most of his old friends are gone and he might be next in line.
And I write, and I sit, and I sit on my phone As I wait for the night to come And I stress, and I cry, and I understand why People said life gets harder as we grow.