Pressure - Carptree

Days

they drift

into each other

I cannot

tell one from another

And everything

I planned each time

surprise me

I cannot find

Peace of mind

Because I’m always way behind

Everything

Everyone

I can’t seem to catch up

Perfect strangers family

friends

It doesn’t matter

In the end

I know that at

some point

I will disappoint them

Things of no or great

importance

doesn’t matter

I tend to blend them

And randomly

I tend to forget them

All is essential

I really ought to

I should

I have to

I got to

I must

(And) on top of everything

I’m supposed to be happyPressure

Pressure

Pressure, pressure, pressure

All things are measured

By everybody

All the time

Nauseous

Tunnel vision

Headache

Anxiety

Confusion

Aggravation

(And) on top of everything

I’m supposed to be happy