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 (plain?) 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 (late?) it's too strained (straight?) it won't be dressed up held me for being this way when i've given up