The stresses and the hits keep coming.
They never really end.
The punches to the gut keep coming.
They never really end.
When one thing’s over, three more begin.
When will the whole thing end?
Up and down and this and that,
They never really end.
Piles and piles of things to do,
They never really end.
I try to pick the pieces up.
But I cannot find the end.
Dropping balls and tripping up,
It never really ends.
High octane and low on fuel,
What happens if I end?