I hate adulting, it sucks so bad
I'm overwhelmed, but must appear to be glad
I must look like I have it all right
Like I'm capable and keep my shit tight
Meanwhile the kids are running around
Making a mess and acting like clowns
Tearing up treasures and fucking about
Not giving a shit, taking the easy way out
No wonder I'm tired and my nerves are frayed
In the waters of responsibility I must wade
Wade through the stress and wade through the shit
Not knowing if they care one little bit
About the Creator
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