I'm sick.
Sick of wishing. Of loving. Of praying.
Sick of falling every time I climb.
Sick of bleeding out everything I have to get your attention.
I'm tired.
Tired of faking enthusiasm just so you think I'm happy.
Tired of crawling out of bed every morning
knowing today's not my day, and my chance will never come.
I'm done.
Done with love. Done with you.
Done fighting with my heart. It's gotten me absolutely nowhere.
And I'm done standing still.
I'm not.
Not looking back at a world that once existed just for us.
It's burned to the ground now. And it will never exist again.
It sickens me to say, that era is over.
And I'm moving on with all I have.
This time it's my choice.
You no longer control me.
I'm armed and ready to face
attack.
My heart and soul have been shielded
by an aware mind.
Think I'm still blind?
Come at me...see if I cave.
I guarantee you will be let down
by false weakness on my part.