Feel the twisting in your head, bite the wood leave teeth imprints.
This turn for the worse is just hurting my head, making my face turn red.
Dancing is so out of the question, without friendly expressions.
Looking around for something to do, standing here trying to look rude.
Break time comes after years of labor, a nice joy to savor.
Smiles take a lot of work, especially these days!
Glee comes with a sour sadness, one day here and gone another here.
How I wish days could turn back, longing is a trait of the hollow.
Foes set obstacles that I can't pass, crash and fall is all one can do.
My brain has frozen with spite, but with a quick light it may thaw.
Suits grow old and brittle over time, little by little.
Stressed Out!
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