I’m not angry, I’m just frustrated. What your hearing is my cynic grin I don’t know what cracks or snaps but this attack is part of my relaxing.
As I seethe my words seem understated. What you’re hearing is my tearing skin I don’t care what brittle fractures crack if I can black out and relax.
When I speak my tongue it feels sedated. My temper tantrum balance is I don’t know what fuzz is masking what I say or what I’m asking all I want to do is to relax.