There's so much on my plate and so much on my
mind. It always pushes me to the edge, and just when
I'm about to topple over, pulls me back in. There's
always a lot on my mind and so much on my plate. It
throws the weight on my shoulders and shackles me in,
and when I'm about to cave in, it breaks me away.
There's so much on my plate and so very much on my
mind. It compresses my lungs and twists my insides,
and when I'm about to collapse, it revives me again.
For crying out loud there's so much on my mind and
more than necessary on my plate. But I'm going to
miss it some day, in some demented way. Because I
miss it right now.
