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 s**t

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 s**t…

here at the side of my bed.