Museum of My Mess

Welcome to my exhibition
The museum of my own mess
Rain falls down from the ceiling
Put on a show, I tried my best
Pieces of me scattered across the room
Wonderful,
I messed up again
Why can’t I just be
Like all of my friends
So typical
I’m falling again
This vicious cycle seems to never end
I pick up the pieces
Clean up the mess
Once awhile
I laughed at my own reflection
The self-pity’s a bit too much
I showcase beams of illusions
But nothing I do is good enough
All of my days
Wish I could fly away
Wonderful,
I messed up again
Why can’t I just be
Like all of my friends
So typical
I’m broken again
This vicious cycle seems to never end
I pick up the pieces
Clean up the mess
Everyday
This is wonderful
I messed up again
I just wanna be
Like my friends
The museum of my mess