Pressure

by Denia   Feb 23, 2006


I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
And every breath I take, I take it for someone else
-But who else?
What am I supposed to be?
Who else can I be other than me?
And everybody's watching every step I take throughout the length of the day
-But it's okay
Pressure happens, and it's not something I keep my mind on
Lest we forget, pressure is what turns coal into a diamond

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