You're tired of my mind
I'm tired of it too
You get a glimpse
My suffering is true
I'm sorry I'm so awful
I'm sorry I don't try
I'm sorry that I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I cry
And sit and sulk
And hang my head
And say scary things
And leave you on "read"
I'm worthless
I'm nothing
Whatever you say I already know
I'm sorry I'm so awful
Full of misery and woes
Old past my age
Living past my deaths date
A burden to all
A waste of space