Stress came barging in
uninvited, and now I
need them to get out
Stress came barging in
uninvited, and now I
need them to get out
The rollercoaster
of unemployment doesn't
have near enough highs
Caged in a prison
of dark thoughts, the door's unlocked,
I need to get out
I will find a job
that I love and that loves me,
I just don't know when
Another rainy
Monday, as long as it gets
nice for the weekend
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It's too early in
the morning to be awake
and yet, here I am
John Denver Special,
over fifty years old, yet
I sing every word
My job did not make
me, but now without it, I
somehow feel less me