Survival of the Stressed
stress, stress, stress
The grades, The money. The life is a mess.
To go on an island with no pope today,
A deserted place where it all goes away.
stress, stress, stress
Sure i'd want a boat or a phone to take
but where's the fun in that for goodness' sake?
All I would need besides my supportive family
would be an object that will hel me be 'free'.
A survival book I would need,
just a book, an island, and me.
It's no longer stress but an adventure I will face,
no longer the grades and the money, just survive every day.
survive, survive, survive
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