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 © | Year Posted 2013

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