Too Weak to Ramble
I was a child when I left home.
I wandered blindly until I roamed.
While others have secrets I have none.
Now I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Bitter the fruit
Withered the vine
Long gone the virgin who danced til she died
Too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Too low to get up
Too weak to try
Too drunk to stagger
Too gone to lie
I always told myself I'd make it out of here alive
But, I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble