Pressure

Jul 28, 2010 13:28

I can feel it building up, and I'm nothing but a toy
But you'll never see a tear fall over a boy
Practice makes perfect when you're trying to conceal
All of the hurt that you really feel
I hid the monster so far away
Far from the alter ego I portray
Yeah I know how to play the game
And who the fuck doesn't know my name?
Notorious, and if they only knew
That every rumor they've heard is true
Carrying a heavy heart on a broken back
The weight of the world can make anyone crack
Society's skins squeeze tight
During those long hopeless nights
Whats the future hold for such corrupt youth
Dripping blood screams the truth
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