Days They drift Into each other I cannot Tell one from another And everything I planned each time Surprise me I cannot find Peace of mind Because I'm always way behind Everything Everyone I can't seem to catch up Perfect strangers family Friends It doesn't matter In the end I know that at Some point I will disappoint them Things of no or great Importance Doesn't matter I tend to blend them And randomly I tend to forget them All is essential I really ought to I should I have to I got to I must (And) on top of everything I'm supposed to be happyPressure Pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure All things are measured By everybody All the time Nauseous Tunnel vision Headache Anxiety Confusion Aggravation (And) on top of everything I'm supposed to be happy