My Own Mess

It’s more than ordinary
Sometimes it is scary
I’m more than open to anything
I think it’s amazing
That when it comes to facing
Nearly everyone shuts their door on change
I just sat down to breathe
For a second now I see
That it will never make sense all at once
It will come some days
Or some nights real late
Nobody wants to ever face a gun
Well I might of got caught up in the middle of my own mess
As time goes on I’ll get through it
I hope that I won’t make the same mistake again
But till then I will try not to lose it
It’s more than ordinary
Sometimes it is scary
I’m more than open to anything
I think it’s amazing
That when it comes to facing
Nearly everyone shuts their door on change
I just sat down to breathe
For a second now I see
That it will never make sense all at once
It will come some days
Or some nights real late
Nobody wants to ever face a gun
Well I might of got caught up in the middle of my own mess
As time goes on I’ll get through it
I hope that I won’t make the same mistake again
But till then I will try not to lose it