Walking away saying nothing feeling
Like a volcano that's ready to blow.
A long slow conut to ten in the hope this anger will cease to be.

Fire in my veins my blood runs cold
Holding back the gates of fury.
Walking through the halls of hell in
No mood for playing games.

It's nice when the good days come but
You know the bad days will come to.
Watching and waiting trying to be
Ready for when it hits you.

But some how it always catches me off
Guard and I fall apart.
Battling the mixed emotions drowing in my own thoughts.

My war happen deep within
Ands it all hidden with a smile.