A Mess

A Mess

I hate it, i want out right now
I'll make it out somehow
All of this, i know i won't miss
None of it creates bliss

I am done, if it is not one
It will always be none
About you, i cannot come to
For it will not come true

Let Me Speak
About Our Times
Of Loss And Total Chaos
It is what created us

I can't accept any, any
Of This
I can't connect anything
Amiss
I can't control anymore
Even in the depths of my core
I am already done for