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