My strength is sapped
And Im closing my eyes
Nothing to wrestle with
But my old times
Im closing my eyes
Its 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

Its too pained (plain? )
Its too strained (? )
It wont be dressed up
Held me for being this way when Ive 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

Its too pained (late? )
Its too strained (straight? )
It wont be dressed up
Held me for being this way when Ive given up