Pressure
Cynical Theory
The Sun rises on another day
I wish that I could say this was all a bad dream
Breathe in but I've got nothing left to say
As the pain consumes me
My reflection drifts away
It seems as though it say, in my own way, I'm not really alive
I cannot handle this pressure it's blinding
I'm bleeding from inside and now I long to see
Everyone runs to me, calls for me constantly
I cannot save you, when what I need is someone to rescue me
I'm looking back on another day
I'm staring at my face I don't like what I see
My motivation fades away
I know if I don't take this into my own hands I'll have no hands to call my own
I cannot handle this pressure it's blinding
I'm bleeding from inside and now I long to see
Everyone runs to me, calls for me constantly
I cannot save you, when what I need is someone to rescue me
Rescue me
I cannot handle this pressure it's blinding
I'm bleeding from inside and I long to see
Everyone runs to me, calls for me constantly
I cannot save you, when what I need is someone to rescue me
I cannot handle this pressure it's blinding
I'm bleeding from inside and I long to see
Everyone runs to me, calls for me constantly
I cannot save you, when I need someone to rescue me