Stress is like sliced bread

Stress is the only place I’ve lived

I’ve only lived when I didn’t have anymore to give

Sometimes I wonder what it would be

If I didn’t have this stress you see

I imagine living in a place where people are good to me

I imagine living in a place where people aren’t so insecure

But then I snap back to reality

And I see the stress that I always see

I guess at some point I should get used to it

If everything goes wrong anytime I speak to one of these

I might as well get used to living on my knees

But really I’ve been down so long

Everything looks like up to me

Anytime anything goes right I’m wondering if it’s really my life

Sometimes we’re stuck in a place where we’re alone

But I’ve always been on my own

Things go better when I know that the devil lives on my heels

If he didn’t I don’t think I’d be real

But everything is still looking up to me because what I’ve been through I couldn’t even put it into words you see

I’m sure someone understands how it feels to be left out of the creators good plans

I’m good at seeing the bad side of every man

The only way I get to know anyone is because of some good in my life that must be undone

The devil is busy and he always wins in my life

Maybe next time God will get it right

He does make mistakes

Or likes playing games

Because I’m tired of moving lanes

I’ve got to keep moving

No place is my home

So every year I begin to roam

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