Myles Smith - My Mess

Myles Smith - My Mess

Sister’s crying
Slamming doors
Plates are flying
I was born into a fractured family
Where a word can start a war

Lost my tongue
When I spoke my peace
Yeah he grabbed my shirt
And he bruised my cheek
Sad a man had to go toe to toe
With a boy thirteen

Sorry I’m so g--damn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I’m told
And I hate the way that I’m still like this
I’m still learning to walk on my own

I tried changing the clothes I wear
Even cut my friends off and
Dyed my hair
But my roots run deep
And the pain in my heart’s still there

And I’m still not able to open up
Even to the people that I love
It’s a burden, it’s a cloud
And it always seems to follow me around

Sorry I’m so g--damn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I’m told
And I hate the way that I’m still like this
I’m still learning to walk on my own

Sorry I’m so g--damn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I’m told
And I hate the way that I’m still like this
I’m still learning to walk on my own

This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my life

Sorry I’m so g--damn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I’m told
And I hate the way that I’m still like this
I’m still learning to walk on my own