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TIRED EYES
So tired of fighting
Don’t feel like writing
Here in the cold of the night
As I sit here and sit
With my head full of shit
That comes pouring straight out of my life
Like a weight full off lead
Would be better of dead
Cuz the cycle would finally end
No more picking up pieces
Blown up by releases
And things 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
That fills every night full of dread
So I sit here and sit
With my head full of shit
Here at the side of my bed…
…Jeff Bresee
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