I’m sick and tired of this lot.
Not of my making.
No, it was not me.
As you thought.

I wait for real forgiveness,
But wait I have, wait I will.
Sometimes it seems easier to not
because real is hard to find.
And so I wait still.

Why do I wait,
When it wasn’t my making?
Because of all the other times
When I wasn’t so innocent in the making.

I never said that I would forever keep,
All the wounded and crippled at my door.
I never wanted the burden
And yes, it must **** to feel as a burden.

I get so ****** tired of feeding your addiction
Expecting me to do it all.
The weight is so heavy
I feel like I’m coming down with an affliction.

Now don’t read me wrong
Blame isn’t my reason.
I will always love you,
no matter what.

Now I’m just so ****** tired
Of the need to be forgiven.
I can’t do for myself,
Along with you and your extra.

Yes, nothing in life is free
Unless you live with me.
I’m spent and money is fading,
But I see, all is still here for free.
I feel used and much like raving!

I’m spent but you still look to me,
Like it’s my job to fix your life’s pain,
And keep you from sleeping in the streets.
There’s really only so much I can take
Of this switch from you to me.
Now who do we blame?

Yes, the time has come for you to fix you.
And me to fix this whole wrong.
Fixing me will come later on.
So who do we blame for all that is wrong?