STRESS
Tick-tock, two minutes on the clock [1]. Heartbeat pounding, can't make it stop. The pressure’s rising like a sudden flood, A constant, icy chill right in my blood. Screen glow, staring at an empty page, Trapped inside this self-made, anxious cage. The world outside is spinning way too fast, How long can I make this moment last? Oh, the weight is heavy, the air is thin. Another deadline, where do I begin? Stuck in this cycle, running out of time, Every single second feels like a crime. 120 seconds left to find my peace, Just a little moment, a sweet release. But the stress is a monster that won't let go, Dragging me deeper down below. My fingers tremble, lost within the noise, Forgetting all the simple, silent joys. The static buzzes louder than a scream, Waking up inside a waking dream. Every message feels like a command, A list of things I fail to understand. The minute hand is moving, a blur of grey, Just trying to survive another day. Oh, the weight is heavy, the air is thin. Another deadline, where do I begin? Stuck in this cycle, running out of time, Every single second feels like a crime. 120 seconds left to find my peace, Just a little moment, a sweet release. But the stress is a monster that won't let go, Dragging me deeper down below. The clock ticks down from sixty to zero. Don't want to be a martyr or a hero. Just want a minute where I can inhale, Before the crushing weight makes me fail. Time's up. The damage is done. Another battle lost, another one. Still here, but fading fast inside the haze. Just lost within these anxious, endless days.
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Tick-tock, two minutes on the clock [1]. Heartbeat pounding, can't make it stop. The pressure’s rising like a sudden flood, A constant, icy chill right in my blood. Screen glow, staring at an empty page, Trapped inside this self-made, anxious cage. The world outside is spinning way too fast, How long can I make this moment last? Oh, the weight is heavy, the air is thin. Another deadline, where do I begin? Stuck in this cycle, running out of time, Every single second feels like a crime. 120 seconds left to find my peace, Just a little moment, a sweet release. But the stress is a monster that won't let go, Dragging me deeper down below. My fingers tremble, lost within the noise, Forgetting all the simple, silent joys. The static buzzes louder than a scream, Waking up inside a waking dream. Every message feels like a command, A list of things I fail to understand. The minute hand is moving, a blur of grey, Just trying to survive another day. Oh, the weight is heavy, the air is thin. Another deadline, where do I begin? Stuck in this cycle, running out of time, Every single second feels like a crime. 120 seconds left to find my peace, Just a little moment, a sweet release. But the stress is a monster that won't let go, Dragging me deeper down below. The clock ticks down from sixty to zero. Don't want to be a martyr or a hero. Just want a minute where I can inhale, Before the crushing weight makes me fail. Time's up. The damage is done. Another battle lost, another one. Still here, but fading fast inside the haze. Just lost within these anxious, endless days.