12 Rounds

As a kid so accustomed to hate and destruction
Wandering on through a selfish haze
With family I'm purified, always looking out for number one
I carry close that shame

Because now that the fogs rolled out
I see how deeply flawed I use to be
And I am by no strech perfect now but
At least I posses the tools to
Take a step back, gain some perspective
Know where your head's at, take a deep breath
Just think things through, take a second to relax
Rarely does logtic take away emotions so
Dammit try to keep a lеvel head

But, still some days

I feel likе smashing this guitar
Going 12 rounds with the brick wall
I wanna see my knuckles bleed
I wanna fly right off the handle
Chug a fifth, shatter the bottle
But that kind of being destructive don't solve anything

Young drunk and angry, are you seeing red?
No room for forethought, on war paths we tread
I'm still getting the coping, no outlet, no hope
We only find solace in fraying the thread

If I could talk to my younger self
I'm not be certain they'd listen but I'd try
To express how important it is to forgive yourself

It's never too late to change, to cope but
Always remember, you reap what you sow
So don't fall into the same old rhythm
Just take the advice, ask for help

Because someday

You'll feel like smashing this guitar
Going 12 rounds with a brick wall
You'll wanna see those knuckles bleed
You'll wanna fly right off the handle
Chug a fifth, hurl the bottle
But that kind of being destructive don't solve anything