Everything is so jumbled and a mess.
Which way to turn,
which emotion should I address.

Every thought scattered,
from here to there.
Can't figure out what bridge to cross,
or which words to share.

I sit in the dark all alone,
cry and wonder which way to go.
Is anyone out there to help me out,
sort this jumbled mess that seems to be all around.

My friends have seem to have gone astray,
nothing left here but a jumbled brain.
Taken their own paths down lifes road,
no time for me nor the troubles I hold.

I shall keep my head high,
and my feelings locked deep inside.
This mess I shall unweave,
victory shall I achieve.
For this is my jumbled mess,
mine alone.

So don't come crying to me,
when you find yourself in disagree.
With your own jumbled mess in hand to hold.
For it is yours and yours alone.

Your weren't there when I needed to vent,
a shoulder to cry on or an ear to be leant.
Fair is Fair I always say,
and thats the jumbled truth of it.