Temperate
Temper won't you come and get the best of me
Strip away all my urges no one can see
If you don't who knows what will come of me
I'm sorry
Is this the way that it has to be?
Frustration is essential, sanity
Only comes up, it gets to me [?]
I'm sorry
Not really
I'll be careful what I do out of here
If you'll be careful what you do out of here [?]
Your point of view I understand, but I can't relate
I'm sorry
Portrait of confusion looking back at me
Even when I search, in a mirror full of what you see
When I try and understand all you said to me
So clearly
Nothing's scared of me
Temper won't you come and get the best of me
Strip away all my urges no one can see
If you don't who knows what will come of me
I'm sorry
Not really