wounds歌词

Ive 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 Im all wound up
I hate myself and Im all wound up
Loss of control and Im all wound up
I lose myself and Im 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 Im all wound up
Loss of control and Im all wound up
I hate myself and Im all wound up
I lose myself and Im all wound up
Ive 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 Im all wound up
Loss of control and Im all wound up
I hate myself and Im all wound up
What can I say Im afraid Im all wound up 欢迎您的光临! 编辑于2008/05/24更新