Bad feeling (fatique)
 

Triggered by stress
Can't get no relieve
Wide awake most nights
There are somethings I must achieve
Pressure takes control
Can't fail, must succeed
Never did, never will
Even if it means I have to bleed
It get's harder to avoid mistakes
Cause I can't keep up with the pace
Don't get enough sleep, it slowly tears me down
If I don't get my act together someone will throw it in my face
Till the point of going crazy
But that isn't what it is all about
So far I've had my share of luck
But my feeling says it will soon run out

dit vind ik meer een song-text. en je maakt het wel heel duidelijk voor de lezer, er is niet veel aan te raden. Dat maakt dat het geen spanning heeft.