Life's a mess and it's true for us. My lonely heart sings a song for another ones. I've always tried to express myself To find the solution, To put it on a clear shelf. And I must admit It works a lot more seldom than it makes me sad. So if it's a mess, then should we confess? Or should I lay my mind down? Stop caring of these dull issues?
There's no right neither wrong, This option is real for no more. Potential is such a funny thing to be, Is it below you have expected from me?