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Weathered

I lie awake on a long, dark night
 I can't seem to tame my mind
 Slings and arrows are killing me inside
 Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
 No I can't accept the life that's mine
Simple living is my desperate cry
 Been trading "love" with indifference yeah it suits me just fine
 I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
 Maybe that's why I feel alone
 Maybe that's why I feel alone
Me..I'm rusted and weathered
 Barely holding together
 I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
 I think I'm holding on to life too tight
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 Sometimes I feel like giving up
 Sometimes I feel like giving up
Me...I'm rusted and weathered
 Barely holding together
 I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The day reminds me of you
 The night hides your truth
 The earth is a voice
 Speaking to you
 Take all this pride
 And leave it behind
 Because one day it ends
 One day we die
 Believe what you will
 That is your right
 But I choose to win
 So I choose to fight
 To fight

~ Lyrics of Weathered by Creed!

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