Uuurgh. I'm a mess. I can't keep control of my life.
All this pressure, all this stress is causing me strife
The one's I trust, are slowly sliding in their knife
Twisting, twisting, wrought with rife.
I was reading my life story one day
And skipped ahead of my chapter, to say
the least, I already had known the outcome
And let's just say
I'm done.