All this pressure in my life, I get it from my friends//
And I get it from my family, and it's never gonna end//
I put it on myself, although it's not what I intend//
I just try to be the best but some people call me dence//
And you wonder why I'm tense, this ain't a joke to me//
I'm at my wits end, I ain't what I hoped to be//
I gotta vent here, everybody close to me//
Knows my soul's in broken peices//
So what am I to do? My heart is aching now//
My head is racing but, you can not break me down//
My spirit's gone and worn, I'm gonna take a bow//
There ain't no time to mourn, I gotta fake a smile//
I gotta live it up, I'm gonna leave a mark//
I'm only spittin' 'cause it's what's beatin' in my heart//
I'll never get enough, I'm gonna climb the charts//
Until the end of time, because I stride in art//
Note: "Smile" is prononuced as a slant-rhyme.
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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