Relief
Find a way to make my escape
Leave no trace but a broken chain
It's a fine time to go back to the grind
Come soon to realize I have no free time
There's a scent of misery in the air
I have no time to clean my hair
No desire to make this feeling pass
Maybe that smell is just my ass
Feeling like a loser, I'm making paper
But where does it go?
It's like there's always something to pay off
Maybe later
And maybe some day I'll find some time
But not likely
Wondering where all the hours go
Pretending like I really don't know
8 for work, 8 for sleep, and 8 for everything in between
So many times I sit and sigh
Anguish over how I wasted time
I want to work out, I want to sing
Play some videogames or watch T.V.
My eyes are heavy and everything hurts
My mind is stuck on the next day at work
My hands are bleeding, I feel like a jerk
Some days, the feeling I can't define with words
I think I'm healing, but it's hard to tell
Bipolar disorder confuses me, oh well
This broken mind screams for something more
But that's just something I can't afford
I need relief
Give me something, please
I need relief
Relief, relief
Relief
I need relief
Leave no trace but a broken chain
It's a fine time to go back to the grind
Come soon to realize I have no free time
There's a scent of misery in the air
I have no time to clean my hair
No desire to make this feeling pass
Maybe that smell is just my ass
Feeling like a loser, I'm making paper
But where does it go?
It's like there's always something to pay off
Maybe later
And maybe some day I'll find some time
But not likely
Wondering where all the hours go
Pretending like I really don't know
8 for work, 8 for sleep, and 8 for everything in between
So many times I sit and sigh
Anguish over how I wasted time
I want to work out, I want to sing
Play some videogames or watch T.V.
My eyes are heavy and everything hurts
My mind is stuck on the next day at work
My hands are bleeding, I feel like a jerk
Some days, the feeling I can't define with words
I think I'm healing, but it's hard to tell
Bipolar disorder confuses me, oh well
This broken mind screams for something more
But that's just something I can't afford
I need relief
Give me something, please
I need relief
Relief, relief
Relief
I need relief
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Writer(s): Clayton King
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