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I'm feeling slightly cynical, somewhat stressed

I can't help it though, I''ve never felt so restless.

Everything seems to lash at me to quickly, spitefully;

And I can't find a way to cope, I'm giving up to easily.



All of the devesation and frustrations got it's grip on me

And it's not letting up, I'm bound, and locked and teased.

I want to be happy. Is it so fucking much to ask of you?

Or will I wollow in my self-loathing? Never to break through.



The blood, sweat and tears will always remind me of how,

I've dripped them all, and they've fallen carelessly to the ground.

Everything seems to lash at me to quickly, spitefully;

And I can't find a way to cope, I'm giving up to easily.