This Mess
This Mess
it isn't mine
yet in me it will remain
it doesn't heal
not with time
always growing inside, along with blame
this mess
it isn't mine
yet in me it will remain
always mean
never kind
a bag I hold but cannot claim
and I hide somewhere below
with vents of cold
who somehow know
with their whispers
I have grown
accustomed to feel unknown
this mess
it isn't mine
yet in me it will remain
laughter to identify
because of envy sublime
still inside, a bloody stain
this mess
it isn't mine
yet in me it will remain
I could reveal
and curse the stain
pay with an innocent and i'll be like Cain