My Mess

Myles Smith

Sisters crying, slamming doors, plates are flying

I was born into a fractured family where a word could start a war

Lost my tongue when I spoke my piece, yeah

He grabbed my shirt and bruised my cheeks

Had a man had to go toe-to-toe with a boy thirteen

 

Oh, sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive

I was raised just to do as I'm told

And I hate the way that I'm still like this

I'm still learning to walk on my own

 

I tried changing the clothes I wear

Even cut my friends off and dyed my hair, but my roots run

Deep and the pain in my heart's still there

And I'm still not able to open up even

To the people that I love

It's a burden, it's a cloud, and it always seems to follow me around

 

Oh, sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive

I was raised just to do as I'm told

And I hate the way that I'm still like this

I'm still learning to walk on my own

Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive

I was raised just to do as I'm told

And I hate the way that I'm still like this

I'm still learning to walk on my own

 

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my mess, my heart, my life

This is my life

 

Ooh, sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive

I was raised just do as I'm told

And I hate the way that I'm still like this

I'm still learning to walk on my own