why can't I get a break
is a question I often ask myself
it never does me any good
this symptom of my mental health
I don't look good in pity
self-expression is now a mistake
still the question lingers
why can't I get a break
I somehow try to be cheerful
but that's not the way I feel
I wear my pride like armor
I wear a smile like a shield
but inside I'm a fuckin' mess
and it's more than I can take
still I ask the question
why can't I get a break
come tomorrow morning
I'll wake up full of hope
filled with facts and figures
and the ability to cope
I will be a company
of which I have a stake
still I ask the question
why can't I get a break
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