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.