mess of me
I am my own disease
There ain't no drugs to make me well
It's not enough, the sickness is myself
I made a mess of me, I want to get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me, I want to spend the rest of my life alive
We lock our souls in cages
We hide inside our shells
It's hard to free the ones you love when you can't forgive yourself
Switchfoot - Mess of me
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