sometimes I get so down I wanna die,
sometimes I feel so good I wanna fly,
sometimes I get so ****** I wanna scream,
clench this fist and break your teeth,

sometimes I get fed up with life,
just say **** it and eat a bullet,
life is ******* troubled minds,
but I guess i'll just keep pullin..

..until I explode to you,
aggresion boils in my gut before I show it to you,
depression burns through every cut before I mold it into,
another manic feelin comin up as I try to control it for you,
but its controlin me through,

non-stop waves of long lost pain,
locked thoughts of rage I thought got chained,

but I guess I forgot that the cycle dont stop,
from a climb to the top to a dive bombing drop,
I fly to get shot but this life's all I got so i'll try to lift off and smile when im hot,

just for the sake of me seeming ok,
cuz I hate when they ask,
answer's always the same,
even though I know that I am it'll eventually change,
so despite the fact im wantin to snap im disguising my face,

if only you knew what the **** it takes to hold in my rage,
instead of blowin the place I stand and I pace and bleed on a page,

quiet then talk,
fly and then fall,
violent, calm with my smile and all,

im walkin a lonely road in the coldest weather,
but you know,
whatever-