I'm so tired of being jaded
my direction is belated
beat to the punch by self-berate-ment
that's well deserved

I've found so much meaning in
giving you meaning, you all
I've sounded so meaning in
being so meaning-ful
I'm so tired of being tired
and running my head through the
wall in my head
so why can't I do the real thing and from
imagination spring into
light
of day

I'm so tired of being hated
my own soul is complicated
so how can I help you explicate it
when I'm self killing to fear

I guess it's all a fairy tail
that I love to tell so well
I try to give you hope and yet
I'm standing in the hailstorm of my
own constructed misery
I never told you lies, but
are these my own two eyes

I only meant the best