Stress...

Stress, I just wanna get caned
Depression, I just wanna stay sane
These two things fight in my brain

Circles, always the same
Another year older and six months braver
I crave for someone, to hold and to savour

To share my life
No need for a wife
Just a fellow flame to burn in my life

The more that I want
The less I can see
The hurt and the anguish it all causes me

At the end of the day
I’ll wish I were gay
I know eventually I’ll find my own way