No other feeling can ever measure up.
It's so much pressure,
Pressure to be what iam not
Pressure to get what i ain't got.
Pressure to do what i can't do
Pressure to be one of the top few.
Pressure to keep these tears inside
Pressure from the anger i hide.
This pressure inside is like a dam
Holding back the person i really am.
And if this dam decides to break,
An awful mess is what it would make
This pressure that i can hold no more
it's about to explode of this I'm sure.