The pressure of time presses my shoulders
So that I may never stand tall
And atop a mountain of expectations
Makes it that much more dangerous to fall

The rain beats down on my face
And my shirt gets plastered to skin
And I raise my hands to the crying sky
As I begin the feel the world spin

My brain bursting from my skull
And my soul threatening to combust
And all that is golden and all that is nice
People tell me is just my lust

I run through the storm
And swear to never go back
For then I would see myself
In a mirror painted solid black