I, I can't even turn on my phone
Without being reminded of the lie
That I am alone and broken, unsuccessful
I, I can't always talk to my friends
'Cause they've got expectations
That I may or may not be living up to
I really need to rid myself
Of the pressure, pressure, pressure
To be someone else that the world has made
All the pressure, pressure, pressure
To be someone that you did not create
(Help me...God...Help me)
I, I thought my intentions were good
Just act like a Christian should
And hope, that someone watching would approve
But, if you're not feeling my show
Then how far could I go before
All of my accomplishments
Of the pressure, pressure, pressure
To be someone else that the church has made
All the pressure, pressure, pressure
To be someone that you did not create
I just wanna live for you
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