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 **** 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 **** Here at the side of my bed… …Jeff Bresee