Wilsen Wearing
Used to think that goodness was bound
By an avenue
Kept in doors off of a long hallway
In small welcoming rooms
But time divides and tastes they fix
It's how the circle goes
Just like a bag stuck in a tree
I'm helpless-ly clinging on
You're wearing me out
I don't know what I'm doing here
Friends are near and farther still
Under razor palms
You're dragging me around again saying
‘Don't ever look down'
You're wearing me out
You're wearing me out
I don't know what I'm doing here
One away from being new
I fear that everyone goes around it
I hate that I'm not enough for you
You're wearing me out
