Intro
Verse
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 l get myself all wound up.
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
Petulance and irritation sets in.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Chorus
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Verse
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
Killed my composure and it will never come back.
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
Blown out of proportion again.
My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.
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