Stress
I am stressed
straining to do my best
7 A's, a perfect score
6 dance classes a week, Balançoire
SATS and ACTS on January 26
Being this stressed should be just a myth
My BFFE is moving tomorrow
Which is filling my life with blackness and sorrow
On December 21 is when her party is held
I still have to bake a cake, or buy one on sale
My mind is roaming to find the light
but the darkness gets in the way, it puts up a fight
Her two other best friends, sadly can't come
They have shopping to do, they'll miss out on the fun
My perfect person is just a fantasy
Always saying, “It's just You and Me...”
My dreams will never, ever come true
So I'll never be hearing about me and you
I'm tire and hungry, cold and lonely
wishing my friends will just give up and come hold me
I feels like my world is collapsing tonight
and one little book can't save me this time, it's not right
When I look ahead, I see nothing I'm blind,
but I do know that I'm leaving all my friends lying behind
I'll keep walking, knowing I can't stop
Which I won't until I reach the top
To be an author, to be a star
Yet I feel like it is oh so very far
Midterms clash in the way
I want to go, get away, I don't want to stay
Isn't it just surprising that stress,
started this terrible, horrifying mess?
straining to do my best
7 A's, a perfect score
6 dance classes a week, Balançoire
SATS and ACTS on January 26
Being this stressed should be just a myth
My BFFE is moving tomorrow
Which is filling my life with blackness and sorrow
On December 21 is when her party is held
I still have to bake a cake, or buy one on sale
My mind is roaming to find the light
but the darkness gets in the way, it puts up a fight
Her two other best friends, sadly can't come
They have shopping to do, they'll miss out on the fun
My perfect person is just a fantasy
Always saying, “It's just You and Me...”
My dreams will never, ever come true
So I'll never be hearing about me and you
I'm tire and hungry, cold and lonely
wishing my friends will just give up and come hold me
I feels like my world is collapsing tonight
and one little book can't save me this time, it's not right
When I look ahead, I see nothing I'm blind,
but I do know that I'm leaving all my friends lying behind
I'll keep walking, knowing I can't stop
Which I won't until I reach the top
To be an author, to be a star
Yet I feel like it is oh so very far
Midterms clash in the way
I want to go, get away, I don't want to stay
Isn't it just surprising that stress,
started this terrible, horrifying mess?