Tired Eyes

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.