my strength is sapped
and i´m closing my eyes
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
i´m closing my eyes
it´s my place and
think i can make it on my own
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
think i can make it on my own
it´s too pained (plain?)
it´s too strained (?)
it won´t be dressed up
held me for being this way when i´ve given up
you could comfort and frustrate me
the holes were already there
always to wrestle with in my old mind
i wanted to close my mind
it´s too pained (late?)
it´s too strained (straight?)
it won´t be dressed up
held me for being this way when i´ve given up