“Pressure.” 

I’m under pressure. It’s weighing me down.
Giving me nightmares, nowhere to turn.
I’m under pressure, to publish my works.
I lack the funds, sadly, no help’s around.

(Whisper: Sad. Sad. Sad, but it’s true.)

I’ve known pressure. All kinds of it.
It drove me down, I was homeless . . .
I’ve known pressure. Running many shows.
Living on the road, I was in charge.
Love. Love. Love, drove me down.
It’s my world that I’m working upon.
Watching my true dream encased within my mind.
I’m determined for her to come my way.
(Whisper: Yeah.)
Her love’s my treasure. Nothing else matters.
I’ve been sad and blue. Not sure what to do.
Games of honor and dishonor played upon me.
(Whisper: Yeah.)
I’m under pressure. It’s held me back.
Because of love, that I lack . . .
I’m under pressure, to perform myself.
I lack the love, sadly, she’s not around.

(Whisper: Sad. Sad. Sad, but it’s true.)

I’ve known pressure. Facing their expectations.
It drove me away; I can’t yield my soul . . .
I’ve known pressure. Giving things away.
Living on the streets, without a home.
(Whisper: Empty. Empty. Empty, but I never give in to despair.)
This has happened, many times before.
No one to turn to, on my own.
I never gave up, I never gave in.
(Whisper: Yeah . . .)

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