Beautiful Mess You look in the mirror, What do you see? Someone you never thought you would be. You've made some mistakes, You've made a wrong turn. Your body, It aches. Your stomach, It churns. You've been pacing Behind the same four walls. With no one to trust, Not one soul to call. You've lost all hope, Along with your head. You're what I call My beautiful mess.
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