What a Mess
My world is falling
I know there is no one
That I can call on
What a mess
What a moron
There is an ice box
Where my heart used to be
It’s so cold
I used to love
I used to be bold
What a mess
The warmth is gone
I saw the note
That you wrote
It said “Dear John
Right or wrong
By the time you
Read this note
I’ll be gone
What a mess
I went from blessed
To the depressed
The crumpled note
In my closed fist, I pressed
I can barely make it to the car
With a bleeding chest…
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