Words and music: Rob Frazier and Hunter Moore

Your mouth is dry, hands are wet
You stomach's tied in knots
Your mind is like a battlefield
Your nerves are shot
Your heartbeat pounds like a big bass drum
How long can you hold out'

You're coming under peer pressure
About to get the best of you
Coming under peer pressure
You might to something you don't want to do

"Who is in; who is out
Forge the right or wrong"
You feel the heat of conformity
Beggin' you to go along
You want to stand up for yourself
But you're more afraid of standing out

Try to remember right from the start
What gets lost in the squeeze
Is who you really are
You keep givin' in the easier it gets
Soon there'll be nothing left of you
You better watch out!

Now I know how hard it can be
To try to stand against the crowd
But don't forget
It's your self-respect we're talkin' about
Cause when it's all been said and done
Your friends have gone and you're all alone
How much are you worth anyhow