Pressure

It seems my past few weeks have been so confusing Craftily put together by destiny With a touch of stupidity I feel inside A sprinkle of embarrassment And a small bit of self pity I feel like the King of mistakes And the pressure's only closing in ever so much faster The chances are oh so high Being thrown from grace to Hell is only so easy Taken from my friends, who I hold so dear And placed into this mishmosh of people I don't even know The pressure keeps on closing in quicker and heavier However holly jolly I may seem to be Holly jolly I may, just as quick, cease to be My days are numbered, my time, short The help I need to fix my life is there I just can't seem to put my finger on who it may be.