I dont want anyone to worry cause i made this a long time ago

The Cure

The Feeling of pressure is to hard to bare
So we grow weak and say "its not fair"
We start to drink and experiment with our bodies
But in the end the solution becomes the problem

Though the felling is brief we wish it would last
But it consumes us, only showing what they thought
We cry, whimper, and strain to recover
But we died under the cover.