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I got a problem with confrontation
There's too much on my mind
I feel my shoulders getting seriously heavy
And my patience has died
I got alot on my head
And I'm wondering will it ever end
I can taste the tension getting inside me
Felt it now for a week
All the travelling's got me tired and angsty
Need to get me some sleep
I started drinkin' 'bout a quarter to three
I thought it would help with stress
I started thinking about the problems that be
And now my head is a mess