Don’t you understand me?   This cloud over my head is not okay.   There are things that I need to get done.   The burden I have been carrying is not my idea of fun,   and it doesn’t give you permission to take a shot below the belt.   We have so little time, let’s not spend it in anger.   I am in the deep end and can’t find air.   I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.   Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because I may just brake suddenly.   I would rather not explode – that’s your job.   I’m stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts.   What a bittersweet symphony life is,   but I wouldn’t have it any other way