Because of how you wain
Every minute of admission to your existence urks me, it drains
and it fucking hurts me, to continue on working
in the hopes everything will change
Yet every day is just the same
I’m so exhausted
stressed
frustrated
upset
that I’m shaking…Trying to find the way around your rules and yet still express myself
They say you just have to play the hand your dealt
I say fuck that, give me a new hand.