i try so hard to reach your standards
i strive for perfection to impress you
but it's never enough
and you never notice
if you knew that your pressure
makes me cry at night
and keeps me up with nightmares
if you knew that i can't breathe
from the pain of your words that haunt me
would it soften your cold heart?
or would you just crack the whip harder?
and laugh at my bleeding heart?