The Pressure To Be Perfect
Be perfect, is their expectation
Yet for me I don’t see any bling
I’m stress to meet their expectation
Do I deserve this kind of living?
Be perfect, is their expectation
Yet for me I don’t see any bling
I’m stress to meet their expectation
Do I deserve this kind of living?
I was looking at you. I remember our first encounter, you held me captive by your smile. Maybe you didn’t notice me but I was there staring at you ‘till you slowly vanished from my sight.