the pressure in my hands

i don't think you understand

the troubles in my day

i wish i could keep them away

the battles i fight

rattle my night

when im trying to sleep, i can't sleep tight

i trip at its command

i don't understand

how or why

who or what

anything anymore

i know that its out of my control

so out of sight

i wish i could forget about it, out of my night

if its going to stay. i want it to stay in my day

these troubles i fight

they are messing up my life

so i apologize if i seem a little rude tonight

the pressure i hold

youll never begin to know