The Mysteries Of The Mind

Mess It Up

I always seem to mess it up

no matter how hard I try

I do my best to stay in the lines

of what's wrong and what is right

I consume myself with how I can please you

I never once worry about myself

it's always about how I can keep you

never a care about my mental health

but even with this, things somehow always go wrong

it's like a tear-jerking movie, a heartbreaking song

I don't know if the issue is me or you

I guess after so many times there's only one right way to look at it

I was never destined to have you

but destined to never be the one, to never be the right fit

there must be something inherently wrong with me

for every time I try to love I end up alone

the question now is is this cycle all that's meant for me

or will I ever, somehow, find the one?

there has to be someone out there

there's seven billion people on the planet

someone must be the right one for me, I swear

but maybe they are stone and I am granite

maybe In this game I am the wrong player 

I always seem to mess it up

is that all that's destined for me?

surely I must fill someone's red solo cup

maybe then I can finally breathe