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Need a Break
Overworked everyday
No one understands
Softball, girl scouts, friends, family, school
All pulling me in different directions
Need a break from this life
Wish I had a vacation, oh wait…
I already did…so much for that
Nobody knows what I feel
Not a soul knows the real me
Sometimes I wish I was someone else
Someone who could have all the time in the world
So they could please everyone in their life
But that won’t ever happen because there’s too much
So much to do, so little time, and it’s hard
Just can’t wait to let it all go and sometimes I dream
What if things were different?
And all I had to worry about was the present day and time
Nothing was straining or pulling
Nothing at all to rely on me
Everything would be perfectly calm
And if I ever live through this storm I will know
I will know that I made it through because of one thing
That one thing is hope
Everything revolves around that one word
I hope that I can make it…and hope that everything will be fine
Why do they all complain?
It’s them that pushed me to do all of this stuff
After all, isn’t this what they wanted?
A perfect person who can do anything and everything
Yeah, right, now they just want everything for themselves
They ask why the world revolves around me but I have an answer
The world hardly revolves around me but you make it seem so
And let me ask you something
If you spend a day doing what I do
In my life, in my shoes, as busy as I am, and feel all that I feel,
Wouldn’t you be writing this too?
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