the pressure,
the pressure is up,
don't stay behind 'cause you'll get stuck.
stuck between your past and today,
today and next week,
next week and next month.
mentaly there's nothing left in me,
not getting things like i want them to be.
the marks on my wrists,
something no one can see behind the hiding shades.
lying to myself that everything will be okay
even if i know that it doesn't,
makes life feel dreadful.