Craig Dreyer
Nameless Pain
It's a nameless pain, it's in my headIt's in my brain, it's in my legsI'm a muscle man, a dragon queenCard in hand, behind the scenesAnd the kind of love I chose, the implements I useThe pairs of high heeled shoes in the basementIt's a perfect down that wakes me upA shaky hand, a coffee cupComin' out of a closet roomWhere there ain't no mop and there ain't no broomAnd the aching in my knees, the fears that makes me freezeI feel like such a sleaze and a loserIt's not my fault I'm in this messI can lift my weight on the steel bench pressIn a way we're all the sameIn another numbered room with another nameless painAnd the kind of love I chose, the implements I useThe pairs of high heeled shoes in the basementAnd the aching in my knees, the fears that make me freezeI feel like such a sleaze and a loser
From Letras Mania