You see we all go a little mad sometimes
But are we mad at the now or is it our pastimes?
We were taught as children what to do when we're mad,
But why weren't we taught how to deal with our sad?
There are a lot of life tools that I wish I had.
Maybe I wouldn't be the way I am and all my relationships wouldn't end so bad.
I deal with my anger by keeping it all bottled in
Until it's time to finish that Jameson bottle yet again.
They say that there is a message in the bottle
I haven't seen one at the end, but here I wattle.
I used to date a girl name roxy who took all my pain away,
Until it was three days later and in bed I lay.
Sick from her love but I wanted her more.
But getting sick every hour and body so sore.
Why is it that I have forgotten what it is to happy?
Constantly on edge quickly become scrappy
You will never be able to tell from this face I poker,
That I am just as ****** in the head as heath playing the joker.

Just Ty-