Is this random talk in my head the true words of my heart?
Are these messed up words the spirit of my heart?
Why is trying to not be lonely be so hard?

I can't be who I want to be.
To be a person accompanied.

Aren't you tired of me?
Tired of my excuses?
Sickening.

Arent, you tired of me?
of my dull smiles?

Aren't you tired of my hidden tapes?
tired of my silence when you talk to me?

Aren't you tired...of me?