The Mess

I don't know what is going on here
Though I was done with this deal
With this deal
This is the first time I'm being sincere
I don't feel love when I sing
When I sing
Usually I am scared of telling people
That I could really use some wings

To fly away from this mess
Say I'm fine but I want to get out
An run from myself
Sometimes It could save me a lot of stress
I wanna know what it's like to love
Myself

I don’t feel like I’m in the mood of
Of dealing with any of this
Any of this
For the first time in so long
My guitar strings are bad
And breaking on me
I just wanna know what it is that I'm feeling
Not even music is making me happy
I need

To fly away from this mess
Say I'm fine but I want to get out
And run from myself
Sometimes It could save me a lot of stress
I wanna know what it's like to love
Myself

I need to fly from this mess
Say I'm fine but I want to get out
And run from myself
Sometimes It could save me a lot of stress
I wanna know what it's like to love
Myself

I need to find someone
Someone to love
Find someone
Someone to love
Find someone
Find someone