Museum of My Mess

Welcome to my exhibition

The museum of my own mess

Rain falls down from the ceiling

Put on a show, I tried my best

Pieces of me scattered across the room

Wonderful,

I messed up again

Why can’t I just be

Like all of my friends

So typical

I’m falling again

This vicious cycle seems to never end

I pick up the pieces

Clean up the mess

Once awhile

I laughed at my own reflection

The self-pity’s a bit too much

I showcase beams of illusions

But nothing I do is good enough

All of my days

Wish I could fly away

Wonderful,

I messed up again

Why can’t I just be

Like all of my friends

So typical

I’m broken again

This vicious cycle seems to never end

I pick up the pieces

Clean up the mess

Everyday

This is wonderful

I messed up again

I just wanna be

Like my friends

The museum of my mess