Stress
This is how I think Brennan felt at times in college, when she was over working herself a bit.
How much longer can I cope with all this stress?
I'm constantly trying to do more than my best.
It feels like my eyelids are made out of lead,
I have no idea what's going on in my head.
I listen to the lyrics as they play on CD,
And I realise how much they identify with me.
I break down in tears every once in a while,
I find it harder and harder to try and crack a smile.
It's getting harder and harder to say how I feel,
The words in my mouth are like an unappetizing meal.
Should I be honest when I'm feeling down?
Maybe someone can make a smile out of my frown.
Everyone watches me with concern and worry,
About how I'm constantly moving around in a hurry.
When I look in the mirror I see bags under my eyes,
I'm just waiting for someone to see through my lies.
As I write this song, they all turn away,
Heads away, bodies away, nothing to say.
Staring out onto the football fields,
I just wish that someone could cut me a deal.
It's getting harder and harder to say how I feel,
The words in my mouth are like an unappetizing meal.
Should I be honest when I'm feeling down?
Maybe someone can make a smile out of my frown.
I constantly refuse,
I always say no,
I'm never gonna let,
My emotions show.
Why me? Why now?
After all of these years?
How do I cope,
With my inner fears?
It's getting harder and harder to say how I feel,
The words in my mouth are like an unappetizing meal.
Should I be honest when I'm feeling down?
Maybe someone can make a smile out of my frown.