What a Mess I was
What a Mess I was
What a mess I was,
A mess that wanted to be free.
What a wreck I was,
A wreck that wished not to be me.
I threw myself on the ground
And still I ran away.
I just wished I would be found,
Still running from my name.
I scream and froze and tried
To disappear from sight.
But screaming, running, dying
I couldn’t escape my mind.
What a mess I was,
A mess I could not clear.
What a wreck I was,
A wreck bound to disappear.
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