NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME, HUG ME, I’M STRESSED by Queensca Pamela Asare

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

The turning ups and downs of life’s table have made me dizzy

I try to watch a movie and play games to keep busy

But still, it’s the same.

Success keeps raining on me its drops of sadness and anger

I try to prevent myself from getting wet

But I can’t find the right umbrella

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

 

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

My heart tears apart when I see mama

Her weeping daily tells me I failed my future

I’m uncomfortable, it hurts me so

But I have nowhere to go

After my everyday walking and rejection from companies

I have no idea if it’s my behaviour or my CV’s

My heart is in pain

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

 

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

Now my bestie is the Bottle

We have even become a couple

The Blue Kiosk has become my church

The floor recognizes my feet. I’m a loyal customer

I go there to drink my sins and worries away

Next time you see me, hug me, I’m stressed

Take me to the King, show me His house

Because what’s going on, I can’t comprehend

Let the King answer my questions

Let Him see my bloody cry, I’m tired, I’m stressed, I’m almost dead.