• If pressure makes diamonds,
    Then I must be close to being pretty.
    Cause this is what people expect of me.
    Too many eyes on my face,
    Too many words trying to put me in my place,
    Too many expectations put on my shoulders,
    Who said I could move boulders?
    You want me to make you happy,
    They want me to succeed.
    All I want is to be free.
    I can't be what everyone expects of me.