THE FINAL PUSH

For now let me think it over for another day
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something useful to say
I’m so tired to have to make a means ends
I so tired of not having you around
to help me break down this fence

When you’re in deep and can’t escape the hurt
I’ve tried everything but what seemed clear
just ends up blurred

I’m tired of fighting my own shadow
I always get jabbed on the chin
I’m tired of trying to be someone I’m not
I’m tired of this black howling fling

You try and try inside you cry and cry
Everything eludes you
Everything ends up warped and wry
So why should I try?

When you’re in deep and can’t escape the hurt
I’ve tried everything but what seemed clear
just ends up blurred