My Own Mess

It's more than ordinary

Sometimes it is scary

I'm more than open to anything

I think it's amazing

That when it comes to facing

Nearly everyone shuts their door on change

I just sat down to breathe

For a second, now I see

That it will never make sense all at once

It will come some days

Or some that's extra late

Nobody wants to ever face a gun

Well, I might'a got caught up in the middle of my own mess

As time goes on I'll get through it

I hope that I won't make the same mistake again

But till then I will try not to lose it

It's more than ordinary

Sometimes it is scary

I'm more than open to anything

I think it's amazing

The way it comes to facing

Nearly everyone shuts their door on change

I just sat down to breathe

For a second, now I see

That it will never make sense all at once

It will come some days

Or some that's extra late

Nobody wants to ever face a gun

Well, I might'a got caught up in the middle of my own mess

As time goes on I'll get through it

I hope that I won't make the same mistake again

But till then I will try not to lose it