Pressure Lyrics

All this pressure to choose a future when you're a kid one day,
Then the next they expect you to be all grown up
All this pressure to choose a future is like a freight train,
Speeding at my head.
If you don't choose you're future's dead.

Still too young to start my life
You stab at me with your pressure knife
Whether in 2 years or when I'm 45,
It's still up to me when and where I decide

YOUR FUCKING PRESSURE