tired of the way the sun sets every day
tired that the moon changes shape
tired that the sorrow won't change to fulfillment
tired that my luck stays the same
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who knows what happens at night when there is no hope but there is fright
who knows what happens at night when their minds are overshadowed by the dark
who knows what happens at nigh
where people cry
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Tired
tired of the way the sun sets every day
tired that the moon changes shape
tired that the sorrow won't change to fulfillment
tired that my luck stays the same
tired of seeing people laugh, of the anxiety i feel when the night fall and another day starts