It always seams to feel this way,
Under pressure every day,
You’ve got to do this, and have to do that,
If it carries on much longer I’m sure I will crack.
My hearts always thumping from running about,
Your up in the morning but have to get out,
There’s never enough time left in the day,
To do all the work or all you should say.
Work should be good filled up with fun,
But my day is hectic I never have none,
Home in the evening you try to relax,
But kids come in storming enough of that.
So welcome the weekend when it comes around,
You’ve time to sit down with your feet on the ground,
But Monday is coming and it won’t be long,
Before every thing turns round and the pressures back on.