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.
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