Tuesday - My Mess - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Tuesday - My Mess lyrics

Artist: Tuesday

album: Freewheelin'

It's days,
Meaningless like this one,
That seem magical in ways,
No one else can see, no onebut me.
As if I wasn't scared enough.
And these days just won't change.
These days,
Sick and sore I swear I'll end it all,
I know how to quit,
Or call in sick to everyone.
And I'll be moving on.
Except these days just won't change.
Forever doesn't look so good,
So forever I must try and think of ways
To clean up my mess,
Unlock the door,
It's time for me to try to leave.
These days,
Long and uninspired, I feel empty and so tired.
Nothing to show for what is now
Just a lack of strength.
And these days just won't change.
We're in Hell,
Will it end?
Will I ever control myself?
Will I ever find my childhood strength?
Will these days ever change?
Will it end?

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