Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...
As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My world falling apart all around
I dont mean to sound like a broken record
This loss I can no longer afford
I feel like I'm repelling without a cord
Going into war without a gun or sword
I guess i should take the hint finally
Nobody can ever really help me
I'm too broken, but I finally see
It's not the world, it's me
So from what I know
The defective has to go
Dont make it slow
Time to end this $#!@ show
I dont know how to begin
My life is in a tailspin
Not the driver, I'm in the passenger seat
Time to accept defeat.
Too many times I've impulsively used a poor choice of words and cursed
I can be a bundle of uncontrollable emotions at the seams ready to burst
I can be a self destructive train wreck of negativity in reverse
Fears and doubts replace confidence some days and words from actions are diverse
A whirlwind of confusion and insecurities in mass overflow dispersed
I sometimes sound like a broken record rehearsed
Still for your precious time you don't wish to be reimbursed
You hydrate my soul and quench my thirst
My fragile heart you keep delicately nursed
As the saying goes they don't deserve you at your best if they can't handle you at your worst
Thank you
The voices replay in my head over and over again,
they are beginning to sound like a broken record.
I'm screaming inside to make them stop,
it seems as though my voice is the only voice not heard.
Tons of hostility I have stored bottled up inside,
I'm like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
In a instant, I can fly into a full blown rage,
to carry such a heavy load.
The shaking begins, now the rage is taking control
and the only thing I see is red.
Like a tornado ripping through all in it's path,
the thunder is pounding inside my head.
Weighed down by all this anger inside,
I am locked within my own rage.
I can't turn it off or make it go away,
I'm stuck within the parameters of my cage.
I would give anything to be considered normal, tell me,
"How do I make it all go away?
What will it take?
What's the price I would have to pay?"
A stamp in my file that I'm stuck with for life,
labeled now and that will never change.
A danger to myself and everyone I'm around,
I'm clinically crazy, totally insane and indefinitely strange.
A remake of Fits of Rage
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