various stages of undress

I'm holding on, i'm letting go, i'm being strong, i'm weakening. I'm gaining ground, i'm falling down, i'm giving up again. And i'll bleed and i'll cry and i'll scream and punch, and you'll give me my space and allow it, for a while. Because all i want is to curl up in arms that will fight me and force me to submission, and that's where i'll sleep. But i guess you already know that.