Wade Green - Berhana

Holding out all my fears and faults Those that conquer me Started the second pack 'Fore the first one's finishin' I like to bridge the gap between A break and long-lost lovers Only to get me by until I decide I've had enough Most of the time, I can feel them on me The eyes from the stranger's window It's dark and it's lonely, but it's nothin' to me At least somebody's home Decades are wastin' on your name You'll grasp the concept of life When you give up the point of tryin' If you don't do the things that you do They'll just happen to you Pulling out all my weight And do my part and you'll say "Oh, I'm so glad you're here with us today You probably thought you would be gone" And until there's another way I just have to face that there's no real place To go and I could really be alone I'd promise you now that if I had known I wouldn't be standing here There's memories to be made And water that's to wade I used it all up drying tears Of course I don't regret The moments where I wept And yearned for what I've got now It's only time, it won't age like wine But it's mine and I'll take the blow

By summer's end, I predict that I'll Have finally lost my mind The doctor said that these new pills Well, they might help me this time And I hope that's the case 'cause I feel I am wasting The one life that I have The chances, they come, and the chances, they go But the time, well, you can't get that back And Johnnie called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Well, I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep Though I'm doing the best that I can My mind wants to talk about everything I'm not Even worse, everything I am I tell my friends and they tell me that Time will only do me well But I won't shut my mouth, is it a rule down in the south That you can't talk about your mental health? And Johnnie called me late last night Well, I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Well, Johnnie called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night I'm praying I make it through the night