Decisions loom that must be made
And nobody will come to your aid
In your head thoughts give you pain
And you think you're going insane
They want only results to obtain
But there's so much you can't explain
Stress mounting under all this strain
As you fight all your demons in vain
Ideas continued racing like a non-stop train
You know quick balance is needed to regain
Your ground underfoot as you tremble so afraid
This is the price you did pay for this trade
Many thoughts you've had played and replayed
Now too late, you despise decisions you've made.
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