Tired of sorrow
Tired of pain
Tired of the sun
Tired of Rain
Tired of this place
that some call my mind
Tired of living
this thing some call my life
Tired of wishing
that I could change
Tired of seeing
things in this way
Tired of hating
the people I should love
Tired of knowing
Tired of us
But most of all
the thing i'm tired of the most
is being tired of everything around me
and having no one
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