The pressure's on before my eyes The pressure's on before me And ever since it started off I haven't had much choice Time for this and time for that Have I any freedom? Here I am, hands tied up Waiting for a chance But every time I try to run, the schedule's all around me And every time I try to break free, the clock starts ticking on me Time always so selfish Time gotta be used to it Gotta be used to it got to be used Why on earth do I feel The months are all against me? The very first day of March Soon becomes December The words and deeds from yesterday Seem lost in this strange vortex I wonder if I can resist If fighting is an option As everybody tries to tell me what and when to do When shall I have own control o'er things regarding my life? Time knows we are tired Time we'd better take care We'd better let go, better give in