Holding up the sky
Frustration seems to get the best of me though I tried hard not to let it win
Can't seem to stop wanting to scream at the top of my lungs and just let all my troubles fly away with the wind
Piling up on overdrive its beginning to be too much for me
All i'll have left is a ghost of a body if I keep on stacking the papers higher and not ridding of any
Cracking my knuckles and getting ready for the big fight
But deep inside, I don't want a fight, I just want everything to be alright
But I still ready myself for the war to come because being prepared is all I have left of what's in my control
So I repeat over and over in my head all the tactics and strategies that I need to win
But I'm so tired of sparring with yet another foe
Getting no where with each attack and each blow
Struggling to be the one who proves them wrong
When all I really wanted was a mutual understanding of each other
This heavy burden laden on my chest with no pity
My shoulders feel as heavy as leaded filled chests
Oh how I wish this overload would come to a halt
But who else will hold up the sky if not I?