Worries will keep you up at night
and leave you with a migraine in the morning.
Just a bigger mess than before.
Worries will drag you down
countless mountains of slippery slopes,
keep you on your tip toes;
expect the usual mess,
carelessly tossing you around like a rag doll,
have you flipping out
with your trail of constant moods swings,
there’s not a moment of peace with this thing.
All it does is take, take, take
until you are in your grave.