I look. At my heart its stuck. Depressed out of my luck. Why is my skin marked. With bloodied stress. I'm stuck. So stuck.
My heart looks out of its tower tonight
No love just fright,
No love tonight
My luck is gone
The damage is done.
Its all of you
You always talk about work
It puts me in a bad place
Not because I lost my life due there
But now because you get stressed because of that stress builds up.
It breaks us apart.