Tired of the cries.
Tired of the lies.
Sick of the deciet.
Sick of the defeat.
Taking no for an answer, but I've still been beat.
Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start.
The faster it goes as the pain begins to show.
Can't cover it up no more, everything is out.
Wired mouth, cant speak the truth.
Trapped in a box. But I'm slowly gettin loose.
Bull dog, I broke out.
Im tired of being alive
Im tired of not wanting to be alive
Im tired of having responsibilities
Im tired of pretending like everything is okay
Im tired of going to a house that im suppose to call my “home ” but it’s not that at all
Its a roof over my head to keep me warm but not to keep me sane
Im tired of thinking im insane
Im tired of arguing
Im tired of having to put in headphones to block out the world
Im tired of living in a world where money is the number one priority because without money you have nothing
Im tired of the world
im tired of writing about my feelings
Im tired of hiding my feelings
Im tired of feelings
Im tired of thinking
Im tired of breathing
Im tired of being tired ..
No, not that kind of tired
Where it can simply cured
Of all the things
That put me through
Of all the times
Where I've almost
Shed a tear
Of all the friends
That used me
Like my feelings never existed
Of all the life
That makes me suffers
Days and nights