It comes and goes, it comes in sweeping fits
The tide recedes and pulls you out with it
Overwhelming and you can’t resist, oh no…

Rub your temples from another headache
You need to rest, but your thoughts still race
Exhausted, you just want to hit the brakes, oh no…

Desperation

Under the gun for three more reports
Already crammed six years of work into four
No time to question what you’re doing it for
Work late each night, but there will always be more
Gives you a little more, just a little more…

Desperation ripping your soul, screaming through you, out of control
Desperation - up from inside, leaving scars that you can’t hide

Feeling weary, you slip out at six
Husband’s on the road, so you can try to get some rest
But you can’t relax when you open the door
Trash, clothes, plants, glass, spills, bills that can’t be ignored
Messages, calls to return; incrementally, you turn to desperation

So you make a drink, fold some clothes
Your mind’s a mess, certain no one knows
How in the world you could ever feel so bad

Put away the clothes and under his socks
See a letter addressed to a P.O. box
It’s a credit card you did not know he had

The bill shows candy, champagne, lingerie,
A hotel room several miles away
On nights when he said he was working late

Ten years of trust just vaporized
Don’t know what’s true or what is lies
The plans you had, never to be realized
How can he look you in the eyes?
Why did you drive relentlessly and sacrifice?

Desperation ripping your soul, screaming through you, out of control
Desperation - up from inside, leaving scars that you can’t hide

An early grave is where you’ll rest in peace… at last