My Own Mess

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 just ... 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 Just that don't 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 Oh some that's real 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