I've made a mess of things again
my feelings like the clothes on my floor
A unkempt room and my quivering lip
As my last piece of comfort slipped
Away from me, you fell through my arms
An apparition of who I wanted to be
But I am weak, I am human
I stumble sometimes and fail
I don't think I can pick myself up again
One more time
I'll let every shred of dignity I still hold drop
If it means you'll stay
My mind and body beg for a release
my heart trembling and my heart beat faint
I've made such a mess
A mess of things
I can't pick myself up this time.
