It’s bitter
Tastes a lot like winter
And will it- release me

So heavy
How much more to bring down the levy
And kill me – don’t kill me


I’ve been stayin’ high…
And I’ve been feelin’ sorry
For myself
And I’ve been resurrecting my
Fortress to protect myself

Tired, beaten, worn down and tattered
Can you-even hear hear me?
What do you expect out of me
I’m being buried alive and screaming
Can’t you see – Can’t you see me ?


My hands slapped I’m cautious and leary
Of tryin’ – oh but I’m tryin’

How am I to figure it out
All alone I’ve been kickin’ around
Without my home – I’m so lost…


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