I'm just tired of being sad, I'm tired of my whole feeling bad, a feeling I'm oh so familiar with, It gets old, you don't wanna grow old with this feeling that embody's your mold.
    
     You found a way to escape the pain- But you can't run from yourself when you start to rain <3
    
     You look for the rainbow, but you already know, there is no *** of gold, and you realize bigger lies that are still being told. You're stuck in this feeling of confusion, can't depict what's real or allusion.
  
     And you don't know which way to go from here, so away from people you stay clear. It's not the World you fear, It's all the things you don't care to hear.