Hindsight

From the earliest age we're told to "bottle the rage
Take the higher path and just hide it away"

The lows, they come and go
But the anger still remains

Did my mother smother me too much?
Or was it my father never opening up to me?
But I can't point the blame at anyone but the man I see staring in the mirror

But I can feel it taking over me
The glass is shattering
There's a storm that's raging inside of me

Everything is slipping away
Never learning to deal, just numbing the pain
Just like a wolf in a cage
I need to escape
I need to fix what I can't change
I've been questioning what brought me to this place and how I turn out this way

Let go
Release the rage