Warning Shot

Yes...I still have the urge to drag a knife across my chest
Yes...my mind will not shut off to give my body any rest
I want to fall down screaming at the top of my lungs randomly
And shove my hand in and pull out my heart so you see I bleed

I"m as intense of a man as I have ever been known to be
Despite the quiet and the assumption he's nothing but meek
We all become what we must to keep all of our demons at bay
Yet hidden in the background are monsters we can't slay

Well I was raised in hatred and alcohol and abuse and anger
Never have I wanted to be these things, but they surely aren't a stranger
I want to be good, dear god I want to be good, but does it pay?
So far, I can understand why the good sometimes turn the other way

Sometimes my daydreams turn in to nightmares I'd like to see
I wonder if a throat can be torn out by hand and curiosity
See...sometimes the rage seeps in as it has been built up all my days
It was buried and forgotten, I thought forever as our love was what saves

Sure I'm capable of self harm but I'm also just enough tad off to hurt someone else
But I generally save that feeling for anyone who threatens my families health
And now I have to admit that I've felt threatened for far too long
By those I do not know but know enough about me to feel strong