Mess of Me For Bay Joe
i wanna know why
i cant let go of you
i wanna know what
im supposed to do
they say its time that i say goodbye
but i cant start living a whole new life
its a trouble that's in my soul
its a trouble till i grow old
you my darling
have made a mess of me
i wanna know what
can i do
i wanna know how
to get back to you
they say ive got to sit down and try
but bay, without you i just wanna die
its a trouble that's in my soul
its a trouble till i grow old
you my darling
have made a mess of me
its a trouble that's in my head
its a trouble till i drop dead
you my darling
have made a mess of me
you my darling
have made
a mess of me
i wanna know why
i did this to me
i wanna know if
ill ever fly free
they say its just my mind playing tricks
but i guess that means im finally getting sick
i wanna know
if ill ever forget your face
i wanna know
if youll forever remember my embrace
and
its a trouble
thats in my soul
its a trouble
until i grow old
you my darling
have made a mess of
me
i loved you then, i love you now, ill love you forever somehow
to: bay
im sorry
Copyright © Ayla Hughes | Year Posted 2013
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