I’m just tired,
Look away—turn your head.
Don’t worry about me,
Or your empty promises,
Those words you never keep,
The ones that I cling to,
The ones that follow me wherever I go.
All the waiting I do,
The lonely nights I withstand.
The silent, yet lethal torture you put me through.
You say I look angry? (Do I look angry?)
Don’t worry,
I’m just tired.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 11:02 PM UTC
I’m just tired,
Look away—turn your head.
Don’t worry about me,
Or your empty promises,
Those words you never keep,
The ones that I cling to,
The ones that follow me wherever I go.
All the waiting I do,
The lonely nights I withstand.
The silent, yet lethal torture you put me through.
You say I look angry? (Do I look angry?)
Don’t worry,
I’m just tired.
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