Mess I Made

From my point of view
You should keep your pity for yourself
I don't mean to be rude
But your liar words became so hard to sell

Now I can think clearly
I have to go to go back to my old self
But not before leaving
A fistful of scars behind as well

Oh look!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!

Oh the mess I made of this

Your finger tips
Are still marked deep down my skin
But it's all ok
I'm using other's hands to get it clean

Thought I could think clearly
But I know I'm the only one to blame
And before I notest
The cycle is running all the way again

Oh look!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!

Oh the mess I made of this

And I fucking know that's all on me

Oh look!
The mess I made!
Oh no!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!
The mess I made!



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