I can still remember when. At the tender age of ten. Mother told me I could be anything at all. Then when I was seventeen. Someone made that choice for me. And if I disagreed. I would end up on the street. Out on the street. We've been told for all our lives. This is who you have to be. Close your eyes go back to sleep. Don't ask questions. Don't ask why. Just do exactly as they say. But I don't think that I can take. The Pressure. The Pressure. Looking back at twenty-one. I just wanted to have fun. But first I had to go make a name for myself. Now lately everywhere I go. Somebody wants to know. If something's wrong with me. Because I'm not like them. I'm not like them. We've been told for all our lives. This is who you have to be. Close your eyes go back to sleep. Don't ask questions. Don't ask why. Just do exactly as they say. But I don't think that I can take. The Pressure. The Pressure. The Pressure. The Pressure. Tired of justifying who I am. I long to ask for something. More than what we've all been told to. Do you think there's something wrong with me. We've been told for all our lives. This is who you have to be. Close your eyes go back to sleep. Don't ask questions. Don't ask why. Just do exactly as they say. But I don't think that I can take. The Pressure. The Pressure. The Pressure. The Pressure