The Pressure

All this time walking around

Pretending it's over

And that now,It's clear to se

Got no need to hold her

I think about her compulsively

My friends asking me

Why the commotion about her, man

Still contemplating on how this good relationship was

leading us nowhere

And, unexpectedly, as i tried to make it she said,

baby, don't bother

If it's a dream coming through being free, they asking

me falteringly

why the commotion about her,man

Well it's been so long and all this time i can feel the

pressure

getting stronger since I can no longer reach out and

touch her

you know I'm hangin on

you know I'm not that strong

since i fell for you

All this time walking around pretending it's over

And that now it's clear to see

got no need to hold her

I think about her compulsively

My friends asking me

I'm wondering baby,what can a poor man do

Why the commotion about her,man

why the commotion about her then