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My Room


My room is a mess

a mess that can't be seen

sounds crazy right

maybe because im just a teen 

 

Im speaking from my room

the mess you can't see

is it really that messy?

I can bearly breathe 

 

Im numb to the mess

the mess that can't be seen 

maybe hide it under the bed?

at least it's unseen 

 

Just breath you say

is it going to cure my pain?

imagine how it would be

if your loss was your gain

 

My room is a mess

please be patient with me

I promise to be great 

im just a teen

 

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