i am a mess
i dont even know how to handle things without lying
to myself and everyone else

i messed up, million times
always told the world that i'm broken
so maybe i'll find someone who can fix it

i lied, i'm pretending to be a beutiful mess just like you
so maybe you'll stay
or maybe i just love to seeing you
and i just want to be the same

here, i admire you
i want to have your mind
i want to have your soul
i want to have a control over your body

you always said that you are a monster
to me, you are a magnificent beast
i want you, i want you

it doesnt make sense at all
it doesnt even have a rhyme

so what's the point on writing this?
maybe this is just the way that i told you,
that i lied, million times
but i want you
you're my beautiful mess

but what's the point?
but what's the truth?
i dont even know how to be honest, i dont even trust myself