Can't you give me a break
After all I do is ache
From all the things.

You ignore the tears I cry
Pressure me to fly
Without wings.

You treat me like an adult, when my mind's in a cradle
The stress that I face is a disease that is fatal
But you want me to do well.

You say I can do it when you know it's too hard
You've made me feel stupid, you've left me scarred
Still you can't tell.

The inferiority, the pressure, the stress
You lie and say I can do it if I try to confess
I can't take it anymore.

You've made it harder, harder to believe
You've made me want to storm out, to leave
And I'm halfway out the door.