Was feeling rather violent and dangerous earlier on.
Felt like smashing some windscreens,
felt like bashing and injuring someone.
Wanted to speed, wanted to smoke,
wanted to drink, wanted to take drugs.
Craving for that euphoric adrenaline rush,
craving for that ecstatic recklessness.
Anything to reject this reality,
anything to deny the thought of loneliness,
I want them all.