Too many books to read, Too many papers to fill, Too many things to see, Too many things to do.
An overwhelming feeling that all will fade away, That without eight taps it'll all go away, And It'll be over, An overbearing thought.
Too much to do, Too much to love, Too much to rate, Too much to take.
Breathing short, Nervous lights, A hint of panic, An overwhelming pain.
Mimicking the way you felt, That one day in 1984, When all was pink and new, And you were there, not overwhelmed.