I don't have time
To sit and think of words that rhyme.
In fact, I don't have time
To even sit and think for myself.
School is so much.
So much work,
So much studying,
So many projects
And essays
And speeches.
I thought I could handle it
But obviously, I cannot.
My parents would not accept
My notion of going to a new school.
I can't handle it.
There's so much stress.
And oh, the pressure.
The pressure.
The pressure
To excel in everything
Is slowly killing me
And will soon lead to a mental breakdown
If I don't get out.
I need out.
Out of the stress and the pressure.
I can't do this, can't handle this...
Like I said,
I can't even sit and find words that rhyme.
There's just no time.
No time for me to relax
Until weekends,
And even then there's still no time.
Father, Son, Holy Spirit,
Dear God I'm praying You'll hear it.
Please give me the strength to make it through
All this stress - I'm begging You.
I'm doing my best.
I just need a rest.
I know I'm not in this alone.
I don't think I could make it on my own.
