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[Marina Westley-Richards]

Pressure.
I
Look at my palms,
Can you see my destiny?
Who i am and what will be,
Am i slave of life?
How can i run
From my fear that’s holding me,
From the scream that I can hear
Almost every night.
Cause I live in a small cage,
Too old for my real age,
You’re making me feel:
Ch.
Under the pressure
I’m slowly going mad.
Under the pressure
Just sorrow and regrets.
Under the pressure
The wounded sky above.
Under the pressure
I’m giving up.
II
I’m gonna build
The defence around my heart,
I came from finish to the start,
Am I stupid looser?
What if I’ll try
To unlock my heavy chains?
And my enemy will chase
Only pride and freedom.
Cause I live in a small cage,
Too old for my real age,
You’re making me feel:
Ch.