Hot Mess
I'm a hot mess,
I'm losing my mind.
I have too much stress
It's myself I need to find.
You were my first love,
and I wanted you to be my last.
I feel like I was just someone you needed to get rid of.
Now I have become a part of your past.
Knives have been thrown at my heart.
I thought you were my guy.
I need an opportunity to restart.
It's going to take me awhile to say goodbye.
Copyright © Kay Cassio | Year Posted 2015
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