Stressful


Always wake up with this stress,
girls always do they're best.
But always do the worst,
laying it down where it hurts.
One day we all fine, one day we all playing.
Then the next day these girls hating,
don't want to hear a thing I'm saying.
Now I'm laying here alone,
Wishing she'd call my phone.
On Facebook and twitter,
wishing I was wit her.

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