Rage
Save your empty promises
and words that aren’t real.
Forget the stupid adages
and claiming you know what I feel.
You want to live my life
and walk a mile in my shoes?
Take it. You can have it.
I’ll give it right to you.
Fuck you and the condescending remarks you make.
I can see through your masks
and I know you’re a fake.
I’m smashing chairs, punching walls,
and yelling at the air.
But what the hell,
no one’s stopping me,
so why do you claim care?
Time will heal wounds.
Bullshit, that’s another lie.
You can’t calm me down,
so why do you even try?
Tell me it’ll be alright.
Tell me just turn the page.
And you’ll see the other side of me,
the me that’s filled with rage.
Time to face the facts
and trust me it isn’t at all pretty.
Khakis and condescending polite conversation —
that shit isn’t me.
I’m a scrub with bloody knuckles
and torn-up fingertips,
a rotten disposition
and my dry, chapped lips.
So please forgive me,
but I’m burning up inside.
The anger is rising
and it’s getting hard to hide.
There’s no turning back now.
There’s no more faking.
I wanna calm down, don’t know how.
I feel like my mind is baking.
Sadness turns to anger,
turns to rage inside.
It’s all part of grieving?
Fuck this ride.
Breaking crap just to hear
the crackle of the crash.
Mourning and stressing
over deaths and cash.
Haunted by ghosts
I can’t outrun anymore.
Don’t try and tell me
there’s something better in store.
Don’t paint me with your grand facade
and fantasy.
Don’t offer me your empty sympathy.
Tell me it’ll be alright.
Tell me just turn the page.
And you’ll see the other side,
the me that’s filled with rage.