Pale Saints Suggestion
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
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
It's too strained
It won't be dressed up
Held me for
Being this way
When I've given up
It's too pained
It's too strained
It won't be dressed up
Held me for
Being this way
When I've given up
