I feel the problem there 
I want it to be gone
I wish that all of this 
Stress had not been born

I find what started it 
And where the source then lies
I then destroy the source 
So that the problem dies

I can't live with the crap 
It eats away at me
I have to stop it all 
So that I can feel free
 
I may sacrifice 
Great things that I need
In order to live on 
Sometimes I need to bleed

Living life in stress 
May end up crushing you
With worry, guilt and pain 
The sorrow flowing through

Something must be done 
To make the anger stop
Before it gets too big 
And explodes out the top

There are so many 
Ways to fix a hole
Which one that's best is 
The question for the soul

We cannot let it build 
To where the heart is torn
We must stop it before 
We take another thorn

We all need the joy 
For peace is what we crave
Many ways to gain this 
Before we meet the grave