• Hard times never seem to be flying by.
    Bills on the floor, bills on the phone, no money flowin.
    Might have to move just to start over.
    Anxiety on over load, system about to explode.
    Depression creepin in, tryin to hold up my chin.
    Mother leanin on me, dad snappin, the little kids I'm protectin.
    Back has to be straight, a smile placed on my face, concern has to hide away.
    Takin the tongue lashin of an angry father, it's really just a face because he thinks he is a disgrace.
    Mom snappin into overload, stress buildin, cracks appearing, she leans on me, things will get better I say.
    Kids I keep laughin, so they not knowin.
    Things will get better I say.