Tired Eyes
So tired of fighting,
don’t feel like writing
here in the dark of the night.
As I sit here and sit
with my head full of shit
that comes pouring straight out of my life.
Like a weight full of lead,
I’d be better off dead
cuz the cycle would finally end.
No more picking up pieces
blown up by releases,
and thoughts that I cannot defend.
And I’m tired, oh I’m tired
of the way that I’m wired,
and the sad state of what I’ve become,
that I hide behind smiles -
hand crafted denials
built to cover the things that I’ve done.
But with every day comes
a more vast growing sum
and it fills every night full of dread.
So I sit here and sit,
with my head full of shit...
here at the side of my bed.
