They tossed the golden ring I never caught Whether or not it was my own fault Right here, right now is where I'm at As life gets set for another lap
I can clearly see what's in front of me Being this close to the dead end street Miles ago I'd hoped for a cul-de-sac But imagine that, there ain't no turning back
I'm tired of what these times have done to me Bent so long you knew I'd break eventually Which makes me even tireder still The bend and break of a man's beaten will
At what point did I lose my belief That the grasp I had would help me to succeed Did I let go at the last bump in the road With so many potholes we may never know
It's hard to see through the crack in the windshield These bitter days what is fake and what is real As the crack continues widening in its gap Until the day there won't be any protection left
I'm tired of the same old grind from day to day And the optimistic crowd that says it'll be okay I'm tired of this as much as I'm tired of that Tired of the life that fits all of these facts
You say I'm just feeling sorry for myself But if I didn't I wonder then who else Seems I'm stuck inside this all alone This house I've built that'll never be a home
Which brings me back to the golden ring Where all I've ever been is a working machine Taking my fingers down to the bone Which makes any grasp that much harder to hold
I'm tired of the ups that only let me down The promise of much that's never ever found Any fool can see where I'm clearly at And those that don't well I'm even tired of that
When you stop to think, would death be better than life... Then you know you're tired
Most of what I write is fiction but this is me...16 hours work days and nothing to show makes me feel like I'm just spinning my wheels, which makes me tired