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What is stress? is it pain? is it drama? is it tears? really what is it?
to me stress is life,life is stress
i mean you work so hard for one thing
and you try and try and try
but in the end u end up hurt and alone
and so stressed out that u dont know what to do with yourself anymore
your world has crumbled down and your left helpless
PEOPLE LIKE TO SAY NO MATTER HOW BAD OFF YOUR LIFE IS,THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WORSE OFF THEN YOU.I GUESS ITS A SOURCE OF COMFORT.
BUT THE IDEA THAT THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WORSE OFF LEADS TO THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION THAT SOMEWHERE IN THIS WORLD THERE IS A PERSON WHO IS IN WORSE SHAPE THAN EVERYONE ELSE.SOME GUY WHO HAS ALMOST 6 BILLION PEOPLE DOING BETTER THEN HIM.
BUT IN REALITY,AS YOU GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THE BAD-SHAPE PILE,IT BECOMES HARDER AND HARDER TO KNOW WHO'S DOING WORSE.
IS A BLIND,PARALYZED,MANIAC REALLY BETTER OFF THEN A THREE-FOOT PARAPLEGIC IMBECILLE?
TOUGH CALL
THEN THER'S ALWAYS MY 'PLUS-A-HEADACHE'FORMULA.NO MATTER HOW HORRIBLE AND PAINFUL A PERSONS CONDITION MAY BE,IT CAN ALWAYS BE MADE WORSE BY SIMPLY ADDING A HEADACHE.'HE WAS POOR,IGNORANT,DISEASED,LONELY,DEPRESSED,AND ABANDONED-PLUS HE HAD A HEADACHE.'
LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE.THE HEADACHE WILL VERY LIKELY GO AWAY.
Its always a one way ticket,Never the two way street alone on the bus to nowhere, Empty seat next to me,No place to call home, The open road laughs at me i hear it as the bus pulls away, we leave empty seat still beside me, The road of life is best traveld alone..No lies, No tears, No hurt, And all the dreams of a lifetime have never dreamed with eyes wide open on the lonley road alone
