Mad

I used to be a happy fella
Or so I always thought
Grew up taking what was given
Learning things that I was taught
As the years went on I tried to listen
To other points of view
Somewhere in there along the way
Well I got a shorter fuse
Sometimes I'm mad
I just get mad
I'd really always thought myself
A giving kind of sort
I'd give the benefit of the doubt
Try to be the good old sport
Then somebody'd come along
Try to prove the point
Take advantage of plain being nice
And that's when I got annoyed
That made me mad
A lot of things make me mad
I want to just explode
I'm on an overload
I guess a whole lot of things are making me mad
Is this just what life deals out
To every living soul
Different people blot it out
Or try to take control
Turn the other cheek to it
Or shove it on some shelf
The only one that I can speak for
Is my own damn self
And I get mad
Sometimes I'm mad
I want to just explode
I'm on an overload
I guess a whole lot of things are making me mad
What happened to that happy fella
He's still here with me
It's not like I got a problem
Just when someone don't agree
But when something's just not right
And I know damn well that it ain't me
I'm gonna say so, if it's trouble
Then so be it, let it be
Sometimes I'm mad
A lot of things make me mad
I want to just explode
I'm on an overload
I guess a whole lot of things are making me mad
A whole lot of things are making me mad
A whole lot of things are making me mad