Short Fused

Short fused, no other reactions

Only negativity

My hands begin to sweat

Destroy the good in life

My hands cut from the pieces left

I'm short fused

It's my creation

From my frustrations

Why am I so violent in these situations?

(Why am I so violent in these situations?)

I'm filled with so much anger

My lips are beginning to shake

A cold chill down my spine

Makes a bitter man break

Obsessive, compulsive

It's falling in on me

My thoughts are repulsive

I cannot let them be

Well aware of my surroundings

I won't help myself

Well aware of what I'm doing

I won't stop myself

Well aware of my surroundings

I won't help myself

Well aware of what I'm doing

I won't stop myself