I'm tired of being tired.
For being pathetic.
For being jealous.
For being weak.
Yet I can't stand,
Nor reach the land,
With me in strand,
Why can't I withstand.
I know I'm not alone,
But you guys are still blown,
Leaving me by my own,
I'd rather be in my zone.
Therefore I won't chase,
I'll be in my pace,
Just give me my space,
And there would be no trace.
Don't say I never tried,
I had already cried,
And so have I died,
Hence I'll never bide.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
I'm tired of being tired.
For being pathetic.
For being jealous.
For being weak.
Yet I can't stand,
Nor reach the land,
With me in strand,
Why can't I withstand.
I know I'm not alone,
But you guys are still blown,
Leaving me by my own,
I'd rather be in my zone.
Therefore I won't chase,
I'll be in my pace,
Just give me my space,
And there would be no trace.
Don't say I never tried,
I had already cried,
And so have I died,
Hence I'll never bide.
