When I say I have the potential for something
And you decide to question it
It makes me very anger
And like the Hulk
You won't like me when I'm angry
I have the shortest fuse
I'm a hair trigger 45 to your temple
That can send you to your oblivion
Or send you to the depths of a never ending pool of misery
To drown in your hopeless endeavors
In trying to reach the top
Everything is fair game
From this point on
And if I have to slit some throat
Let the puddles of blood grow to lakes then oceans
I'll grab my pen now
Start slashing at the nuisance vine you have become