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