Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
My nose is stuffy. My head is heavy. My throat is raspy. Can someone help me get rid of this cold? It like someone in a Hummer drove over my brains a few times, thereafter stuffed all the openings in my face with cotton wool and topped it all off with teary eyes that make me look as if I’m allergic to cats, rabbits or plants that fly through air. I want to chop my head off, clean it and sleep, but that won’t work. Instead I’m stuck without any desire to eat or drink or be calm and watch tv. I’m forced to read Twilight and to remember how much I loved that book before Kirsten Stewart raped Bella. Maybe I should get another glass of juice to pour down my hurting throat and read another chapter about Edward, Bella and their romance... I’m blue, dabbadidabbada-ah
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