The pressure is on My precious itâs on Itâs on my shoulders On my neck Itâs all about to crack The pressure is on And I feel like Iâm gone All on the tip of the tongue Itâs feeling right But knowing itâs all wrong So weak â pretending to be strong I know what it means to disturb the great unrest The only time I feel satisfied is when Iâm lying on your chest My precious my love Think Iâm unwell But there is something telling me Youâre gonna be the one braking that spell Your hugging and kissing â pulling me out of thisâ¦. Iâm surprised by the warmth With your arms all-around I wish I could be all you want But Iâm not. Is so simple I can only give What I got I know what it means to disturb the great unrest The only time I feel satisfied is when Iâm lying on your breast