Deep

So much to live up to, it hurts my head you see I'm just trying to be me, how hard can that be? So much harder than it seems But yet I find a way to say "Cheese" So much pressure I can feel it going down my spine I go outside, where the air is fresher And think to my self it'll be fine At the end of the day there are no worries Tell my mother of today's stories Perhaps tomorrow will be sweeter When it's cold I use a heater