Dimmers

It's said that pain is just weakness leaving the body
Based off that sentiment, I should feel rather godly
I can hardly remember the times of stress free days
When I had more time to chill & more time to play

Can't say that my way has been all fire & brimstone
But been through enough hell to call it a 2nd home
Things remain in my dome although I try to forget
Use to try to forgive but, after years, f*ck that sh!t

I pick and choose which battles are worth the fight
Residual effects of prior ones wake me up at night
Like dreams of fright causing me to have tremors
Ran through those red lights & cut off my dimmers