Under The Sycamore

Pressure

I heard pressure turns coals into diamonds
No wonder the real ones are always a little broken
To be worthy, you need to be perfect
Being a black musty coal isn't good enough
You have to be good enough
stronger
beautiful
In other words, not you
They'll make you into something worth looking at
I promised they'll make you beautiful
They'll tell you if you aren't like this,
You'll never be good enough
But you shouldn't know... you're better than enough
I heard pressure turns coals into diamonds
No wonder the real ones are always a little broken