i`ve been over taxed,
and i wonder who's watching my back,
i'm having trouble thinking straight,
but it's much too late,
too think of my self,
when i've got you on my shelf,

i try my best to do everything,

to keep you from pain,

and i keep on giving you more,

and my eyes, they've became sore,

form all the tears taxed,

and they never relax,

deposted in to relationships,

trying to stick with it, 

while im tearing myself down,

hard to remove the frown,

im in the black, and im over taxed.