Breakdown

When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense,
and when words can¡¯t hide their anger or intent.
I feel it in my bones and in my head, can¡¯t make sense of what is said.

Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown.
Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow and pace.
Time moves in and out of phase of everything that I face.
I feel it in my bones they rattle and shake, can¡¯t find a trace of what it takes to stop this take down.
Can¡¯t stop this breakdown!
Welcome to my scene. A place that¡¯s in-between where squares fit the round.
Some affectionately call it ... my breakdown....

When I feel the pressure mounting and my hands begin to clutch, I reach my limit of pain and I¡¯ve had enough.
It feels good to pound on tables and chairs and feel the frenzy start to wear.
Breakdown this take down, gotta stop this breakdown.
Welcome to my scene. A place that¡¯s in-between where squares fit the round.
It¡¯ll never be, never be more than this. Never.