Just what the doctor perscribed. Ten pills a day passed out with the bottle by my side. Layin there with no care about stress. The weights finally lifted off my chest. Sweatin in this coma state of mind. Look into my eyes and nothing is what youll find. The broken dreams and some memories. Its all gone and been takin from me. Rotten to the bone and finally found a home. Its just shit wont leave me alone. Sittin here hopin. Lookin for the answer to my question. Is this life gettin better or am I stuck with this rejection? Well let me see, stress always gets the better of me. Caring bout friends and family and still got the feeling that something damning me.
Panic attacks. Somethings creepin. Cant sleep and the chest pain deepins. Fear settles in as I lay awake. Forgot about the pills. How many did I take? Too many? Maybe thats the reason my bloods stopped pumpin and my hearts quit beatin.
Stress. Its the leading killer of all stressed out muthafuckas. That and ciggarettes but theyre tied in with one anotha. Smoke a cigg and stress some more. Get pissed cuz you dropt it on the floor. Broke it in half and its your last fuckin one. Stressin the fuck out isnt much fuckin fun.
Dont ever doubt what this songs about. Weve all been there and stressed the fuck out. Im here..been there..been through that. I wanna just get my life back.
