So
You complained I'd not be fun
Way to stressed and work obessed
And nearly always on the run
As a little explanation for you
I believe it has something to do
With me growing up

When
My life became a treadmill
On which I'm running quick
Can not allow myself to trip
In this race that I can't win
With so many people watching
I do have to keep running
To a none existing finish line
Smiling and saying I'd be fine
As they are turning up the speed
Because, the cold truth
Is that I can only loose
So they will see me bleed
If I stumbled, If I'd fall
Just for the amusement of them all

When
My life became a game on time
And time is running quick
Mercilessly the clocks do tick
It's a game that I can't win
But that I also can't risk loosing
It's the game of lying and accusing
The that everyone has to play
To survive in our world 'till the next day
The mask weights heavy, the pretence is hard
But I keep up my pockerface
It's necessary in this place
The cubes are fallen, I play the next card
Down inside, I'm stressed out
But the make up is enough to hide the fraud

When
My life became a constant fight
That could be over quick
For my enemys I'd be just one hit
In a battle I just can't win
Seems no matter how hard I'm fighting
Against my demons I'm loosing
Those demons that in my head do stay
Those demons on the streets every day
And those demons named stress and fear
In the arena, the eyes are on me
Where one day defeated I will be
While the masses scream and cheer
Never really mattered to them
The most I can do is surving

So
Under pressure and constant stress
I became this human mess
So please, don't blame only me
For not being fun
Please look at yourself and society
I still got a race to run
In that cannot give up