A new song: All Wound Up

I've got knack
for messing everything up.
My temper flies
and i get myself all wound up.

My fuse is short
and my blood pressure is high.
I lose control
and i get myself all wound up.

Tension mounts
and i fly off the wall.
I self destruct
and i get myself all wound up.

Petulance and irritation sets in.
I throw a tantrum
and i get myself all wound up.

Chip on my shoulder
and a leach on my back,
stuck in a rut
and i get myself all wound up.

Killed my composure
and it will never come back,
loss of control
and i get myself all wound up.

Blown out of proportion again.
My temper snaps
and i get myself all wound up.

Spontaneous combustion,
panic attack.
I slipped a gear
and i get myself all wound up.

Stranded...
Lost inside myself.
My own worst friend.
My own closest enemy.
Branded... Maladjusted.

Never trusted anyone
let alone myself.
I must insist
on being a pessimist.

I'm a loner...
elected and rejected.
I perfected the science
of the idiot.

No meaning...
no healing,
self loathing and introverted.