Suggestion - Pale Saints

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