Her life is a beautiful mess
So is her living room thanks to a few of her kids
She's doing the best she can with the cards she was played
The heart of a princess but she's trapped in a slave
He would laugh in her face
Slap out the taste from her mouth if she gave an opinion
Cause that's just the way this man has to play
To keep her in the hell that she's been in… no lie
It's called mind control, but she swears on her grave that she's dying slow
She spends her nights alone
No man in the house to hold or keep her warm
Why her nights are cold
She should see that she’s beauty-full, not beauty-less
Making her way through this beautiful mess, God bless
She ain’t got it all together but she’s doing her best
Making her way through this beautiful mess…

Chorus:
Her life is a beautiful mess
What her left hand says, tattooed on her wrist
In beautiful script: "life is a beautiful mess"
Everyday she hangs on through the worst, for the best

His life is a beautiful mess
What his bullet wounds said as they chewed through his flesh
Took two to the chest, left in a pool of cess
Hollow tips ricocheted off his bulletproof vest
One inch to the left and he would have found it hard to breathe
On his knees, practicing "our Father's"; praying hard for peace
At the least - his scars still bleed but his heart feels free
In the black of the night when it's hard to see
A vagabond he’ll be, til’ the next ghost town
Til’ his checks don’t bounce and the dust settles down to his feet
Out this hell hole now...
He ain't got it altogether but he's doing his best
Making his way through this beautiful mess
Said, he ain't got it altogether but he's doing his best
Making his way through this beautiful mess

Chorus:
His life is a beautiful mess
His future uncertain and past perhaps purposeless
Life is a beautifull mess: Everyday he hangs on through the worst, for the best

My life is a beautiful mess
What I write is a beautiful message
'Schooled' by hard times I was put to the 'test'
To find life is a beautiful lesson
My life is a beautiful mess
But it’s also a beautiful blessing
So I live life everyday to the nth
Til’ I bow out, a beautiful exit...
Check it, beautiful is the past, beautiful is the present
I hope something this beautiful lasts forever
Beautiful remains always through the mundane
And beautiful in love’s name’s the hands that were bloodstained
Beautiful today - beautiful the next
A slow learner, I’m a student of stress
I ain’t got it altogether but I’m doing my best
I guess I’m what they call a beautiful mess

Chorus:
My life is a beautiful mess
What I’m told in the mirror reflects
Take a look at myself: life is a beautiful mess
Everyday I hang on through the worst, for the best