The Mess (New Version)
I woke up on the street
I don't know why I'm here
I cross the street and go home
I arrive and I see the mess
I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
My best friend call me
To invite me to eat
I say I don't have the time
I have to relax my mind
And I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
I don't know why I'm here
I cross the street and go home
I arrive and I see the mess
I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
My best friend call me
To invite me to eat
I say I don't have the time
I have to relax my mind
And I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
I have to collect everything
I'm only thinking of leaving
As long as to make that
I prefer to die
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Bergeron-aucoin
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