Bald Raven - Too tired

Описание: In her last two months, Alice became too exhausted, tired and afraid to understand what all this medical lingo meant. She did not have the energy to ask details from the doctors. She asked me to help her understand what's going on, advocate for her, discuss with doctors.

Album: Alice in Pain
This album is a journey of grief and pain I went through carrying my wife, Alice, through her hyper aggressive breast cancer that took her away from me within 6 months

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4s7ebq...
Soundcloud: @baldraven
IG: @bald_raven

Produced using AI tools

Lyrics:
The doctor talked in careful lines,
Big words, long names, warning signs.
I tried to follow what he said,
But all the meaning blurred instead.

CT scans and biopsy,
Numbers written next to me.
Pages filled with terms and charts,
But I just felt it in my heart.

Chorus:
I’m too tired to listen now,
Too tired to ask them how.
Too tired to read each line they give,
Too tired to learn how long I live.
I’m too tired to listen now,
Let the silence be allowed.
You can hear what they explain,
I don’t have the strength for pain.

You sat beside me, pen in hand,
Trying hard to understand.
Prednisone and chemo rounds,
Pleurodesis, fluid from lungs.

You nodded like it all made sense,
Like you were calm and confident.
But later when the room went still,
You searched each word against your will.

Chorus:
I’m too tired to listen now,
Too tired to break it down.
Too tired for the doctor’s tone,
Too tired to face it on my own.
I’m too tired to listen now,
Let the heavy words fall down.
You can ask them what it means,
I just need to breathe between.

You asked the screen to translate fear,
AI turning terms more clear.
“Explain this drug, explain this scan,
Explain what’s happening to her lungs.”

You’d come back softly, sit by me,
Turn their language gently.
But even then I’d close my eyes,
Too tired to analyze.

I’m too tired to listen now,
Too tired to hear them out.
Too tired for survival talk,
Too tired to walk that walk.
I’m too tired to listen now,
You can carry this somehow.
If you understand the plan,
Just hold my hand.

Just hold my hand.

You’d look at me while doctors spoke,
Your body weak, your spirit broke.
So I would stand and take the floor,
Pretend I’d heard it all before.

After they left with charts and light,
And words that kept me up at night,
I’d ask the screen in pale blue light,
“Explain what’s happening to my wife.”

“Explain what’s happening to her lungs.”
“Explain what’s happening to my wife.”
“Explain what’s happening to our life.”