This pressure is too much to handle
scandals slander my name...

I'm fu.cked
theres no where to go...

Well my love, I don't know just what I want to say
But to tell you how much you mean to me, this...

A pen to trace my thoughts
paper to record and look back on...

Your eyes, a doorway to your mind
your full lips, a passage to your passionate kiss...

I'm trying to hold on
but my fingers are slipping, sweat dripping from...

This is for the real who feel the pain and endure
For the real who with, no stimulant, no drugs, no...

The ones that know you most,
are the tears youve cried...