Prong

I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the pressures can't weather the storm. 'Cause I kept myself in a cage all wound up
and filled up with rage. Forgive oneself of nothing at all-Pounding my head against the wall. Guilt ridden and bound to lose.
Puncture my wounds, won't see the truth. I looked in the mirror, what did I see? One man bitter with apathy. The whole thing
turned out to be a joke. But I'm not laughing. I'm without hope. Its never well thought out, just my instant demise. Haste and