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i’ve got a knack for fucking 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
tention mounts and fly off the wall
i self-destruct and i get myself all wound up
petulance and irritation set in
i throw a tantrum and i get myself all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
loss of control and i’m all wound up
i lose myself and i’m all wound up
chip in my shoulder and a leech 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 and panick attack
i slipped a gear and i get myself all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
loss of control and i’m all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
i lose myself and i’m all wound up
i’ve got a knack for fucking 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
tention mounts and fly off the wall
i self-destruct and i get myself all wound up
petulance and irritation set in
i throw a tantrum and i get myself all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
loss of control and i’m all wound up
i hate myself and i’m all wound up
what can i say i’m afraid i’m all wound up