I Tried to Be Tired

Wind’s been cussin’ my name for years, But I just light another smoke and let it preach.

I dug my grave just to rest awhile, But the dirt said “Boy, that ain’t your style.” I prayed for peace, got thunder instead, Guess some men rest better when they’re dead.

I tried to be tired, but my blood won’t sleep, The scars still talk, the cuts run deep. Every breath’s a fight I already lost, But I still grin, no matter the cost.

The bottle said stop, the mirror said go, My hands don’t shake — they just reload. Ain’t no pillow for a soul like mine, Just the sound of boots keepin’ time.

I tried to be tired, but the fire won’t fade, Hell’s got room, but I ain’t stayed. I wear my hurt like a crown of wire, Too cold for peace, too proud for fire.

They said “Lay down, you’ve done your part,” But the ground won’t hold a restless heart. If the Reaper comes, he best come fast — I don’t rest, I outlast.

I tried to be tired, but I burned instead, The sleep I lost is the life I bled. Ain’t no mercy left in my song, Just one man too hard to stay gone.

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