A manic turmoil inside my chest,
Threatens to bubble over.
And when it does I lose control,
My mind goes supernova.
I hate this feeling of helplessness,
This pure humiliation.
And percepting you can sense it all,
Is fueling my frustration
Threatens to bubble over.
And when it does I lose control,
My mind goes supernova.
I hate this feeling of helplessness,
This pure humiliation.
And percepting you can sense it all,
Is fueling my frustration