From the earliest age, we are told to bottle the rage
Take the higher path and just hide it away
The lows, they come and go
But the anger still remains
Did my mother smother me too much?
Was it my father never opening up?
But I can't point the blame at anyone but the man I see staring in the mirror
But I can feel it taking over me
The glass is shattering
There's a storm raging inside of me
The lows, they come and go
But the anger still remains
Did my mother smother me too much?
Was it my father never opening up?
But I can't point the blame at anyone but the man I see staring in the mirror
Everything is slipping away
Never learning to deal, just numbing the pain
Just like a wolf in a cage, I need to escape
I just need to fix what I can't change
And I've been questioning what brought me to this place and how I turn out this way?
Let go
Release the rage
