Tired Eyes - Ambleside

Not so often now do I feel the cold that’s so familiar,

Come creeping back on lonely nights.

It feels as if I’m slowly taking control.

But then again, who knows?

Am I even in control?

Over and over again,

Why is it that when I’m moving forward,

I’m pulled into the wrong direction?

As I lose myself, I start to trace my steps.

I can’t do this again.

I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself,

What is it that I’m even trying to prove?

I need some closure, I need to move forward.

I need to prove to myself I’m not that fragile boy I once was.

But your name is pulling me down.

With the weight of four years, pulling me down.

I thought I was past this.

But surely, I’m not so sure.

I thought I was past this.

I thought I was past this.

I want to throw it away, but it can’t end this way.

I thought I’d broken these chains, but it will always remain.

Now rest my tired eyes.

I need a rest from my fucking mind.

I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself,

What is it that I’m even trying to prove?

I need some closure, I need to move forward.

I need a rest from my fucking mind.

I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself.

I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself.

It’s time to rest my tired eyes.