I'm tired of this atmosphere
I'm tired of its people
I'm tired of the traps
And stones being thrown
I'm tired of non bending
I'm tired of the breaking
I'm tired of the liars
Too many to count
I'm tired of the fascists
I'm tired of the Nazis
I'm tired of the racists
With fingers that point
I'm tired of the guilt
That comes with the pleasure
I'm tired of them telling me
They will but they don't
I'm tired of the powers
I'm tired of excuses
I'm tired of the pressure
Being under their thumb
I'm tired of the yelling
I'm tired of impatience
I'm tired of the hate
In the name of love
I'm tired of those sitting
I'm tired of not standing
And those being silent
I'm tired of it all
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
I'm tired of this atmosphere
I'm tired of its people
I'm tired of the traps
And stones being thrown
I'm tired of non bending
I'm tired of the breaking
I'm tired of the liars
Too many to count
I'm tired of the fascists
I'm tired of the Nazis
I'm tired of the racists
With fingers that point
I'm tired of the guilt
That comes with the pleasure
I'm tired of them telling me
They will but they don't
I'm tired of the powers
I'm tired of excuses
I'm tired of the pressure
Being under their thumb
I'm tired of the yelling
I'm tired of impatience
I'm tired of the hate
In the name of love
I'm tired of those sitting
I'm tired of not standing
And those being silent
I'm tired of it all
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