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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