I can feel my blood starting to boil
and I take everything out on my wall
even though it's never done anything to hurt me,
other then break my knuckles.
I have never been so pissed in my life
How can you not understand where I am coming from.
It's a guilt game, you and I both know it.
So what do we do now?
Hold our heads up and try to look for a better day?
Obviously it will come...
so I guess I'll just wait,
Until the fever subsides,
and my blood cools down
and my head clears out,
and my knuckles heal up.
I guess I'll just wait until
the next time I get pissed
for reasons that maybe shouldn't matter
but matter to me anyways.
I hate these fucking games.
So if it's easiest,
I give up,
I'll take the path of least resistance.
I'll just wait until the day you fuck up,
so you can take my heart,
And take it as far away as you possibly can
cause I'll never want to see you again.