How do they expect me to cope
With the expatations of two generations
Resting on my feeble shoulders?
I struggle and fall,
Noone's there to help me up.
They should support me, but
It's their dreams that are breaking my back.
When will they realise,
That I'm living my life for me?
When will they see,
That I can't be what they want?
When will they notice,
They're killing me?
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