Too Much Pressure

I get all A's, you get so proud

I excel in sports, you jump aroud.

My report card comes and you notice a flaw

The A's I get are not there at all.

You scream and yell for my mistake

You don't understand the level of classes I take.

AP and Honors are not that easy

I study so much that I get queasy.

I lose the ball in a basketball game

You get so mad...are you the one playing?

The stress from I get from trying to succeed

Is taking a gigantic toll on me.

You have to understand, you have to see

You're putting way to much pressure on me.

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