كلمات 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 I’m here in the valley, hidden from light 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