My Life As A Wrestler - Dear Leader

Lost…I’ve lost that secret home,
The one that made me feel invincible

Where did it all go wrong,
I felt like I’ve had it all along.

I’m just tired…but I’m still fightin’…

But it’s hard…it gets harder every day,
Different personalities graze:
Weigh you down until your not yourself,
He has my face, but it feels like someone else.

I’m just tired…but I’m still fightin’…

The old rhetoric, it’s a burning wick,
And I explode, cause my heart’s sick
I don’t need to rock ‘n roll,
I just wanna crawl back home to you.

And life…I’m chasing it—it’s not chasing me,
Sometimes I just feel so incomplete
Maybe it’s just these lofty goals,
There always out of reach, oh I suppose…

That I’m just tired…but I’m still fightin’…

The old rhetoric, it’s a burning wick,
And I explode, cause my heart’s sick
I don’t need this rock ‘n roll,
I just wanna crawl back home to you.