Tired of Trying

[Verse 1]
The fog has no teeth, but it’s eating the trees,
Dragging its belly across the dead leaves.
I’m walking a line where the dirt meets the black,
With a shivering weight hanging onto my back.
(An anxiety attack)
[Verse 2]
The creek is a throat that is choked up with silt,
Swallowing every last drop of my guilt.
I’m digging a hole with my fingernails raw,
In the soft, rotting earth of a cold winter thaw.
(Bleeding through it all)
[Guitar Breakdown]
[Climax]
(The guitar stops dead. Just the raw, strained vocal.)
GOD, I’M JUST SO TIRED OF TRYING!
OF PRETENDING THE DEAD PARTS OF ME AREN'T DYING!
I’M BURYING THE PERSON I WAS TOLD I SHOULD BE!
AND I’M BEGGING THE DARKNESS TO JUST LET ME BE!
I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE!
OHHH I’M TIRED OF TRYING
[Guitar Solo]
(One high, clean harmonic rings out, followed by a warm, melodic solo in D-Major. The rhythm underneath is a steady, comforting strum.)
[Verse 3]
The light is a needle that’s stitching the sky,
I’m watching the last of the vultures go by.
The dirt on my hands is just dirt anymore,
Not the burden of something I carried before.
(Showing me that there’s more)
[Outro]
The woods are just wood. The water is blue.
And I’m finally, finally through.

Open D Minor. Slow, haunting fingerpicking. Acoustic. Male. Dark country. Capturing performance.