THE RAGE OF A FOOL (THE CONFRONTATION)
He's frustrated, he can no longer hold it back
Tired of being pushed, he's on the attack
Tired of being the nice guy, he becomes so mean
Everything is moving so slow, like it's a dream
They pushed him too far, blaming him for something he didn't do
He replies in anger, and his boss yells at him too
He's told to go to the main office and wait
The only thoughts in his mind were pure anger and hate
Another manager came in as his boss tells the story
A story that was wrong that only made him more stormy
He wasn't allowed to talk, they told him to go home
He always knew in this life he was all alone
Anger wells up and he stares at the books on the shelf
In a rage he gets up and says he's going to kill himself.
He storms out the building with managers in pursuit
He peels out of the place as he's anger goes through the roof
He makes it home as he contemplates suicide
He probably lost his job, he's really done it this time
Punching walls in rage until his knuckles bled
He truly has nothing now, he wishes he was dead
Calls from work went on unanswered and ignored
His only reason for living is gone, he can't take it anymore
On the verge of falling away forever and losing his mind
He dials the number of a suicide hotline
He grabs a knife and slowly digs it in his wrist
There's no reason to live, no reason to exist
Slowly they talk him out of death somehow
With his job in limbo, what is he going to do now?
©2013 Darryl Mouzone
Tired of being pushed, he's on the attack
Tired of being the nice guy, he becomes so mean
Everything is moving so slow, like it's a dream
They pushed him too far, blaming him for something he didn't do
He replies in anger, and his boss yells at him too
He's told to go to the main office and wait
The only thoughts in his mind were pure anger and hate
Another manager came in as his boss tells the story
A story that was wrong that only made him more stormy
He wasn't allowed to talk, they told him to go home
He always knew in this life he was all alone
Anger wells up and he stares at the books on the shelf
In a rage he gets up and says he's going to kill himself.
He storms out the building with managers in pursuit
He peels out of the place as he's anger goes through the roof
He makes it home as he contemplates suicide
He probably lost his job, he's really done it this time
Punching walls in rage until his knuckles bled
He truly has nothing now, he wishes he was dead
Calls from work went on unanswered and ignored
His only reason for living is gone, he can't take it anymore
On the verge of falling away forever and losing his mind
He dials the number of a suicide hotline
He grabs a knife and slowly digs it in his wrist
There's no reason to live, no reason to exist
Slowly they talk him out of death somehow
With his job in limbo, what is he going to do now?
©2013 Darryl Mouzone
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