I’m tired of being sorry
For what I never did
I’m tired of always wanting
To be dead
I’m tired of always calling
When you never have time
I’m tired of hiding
Who I am inside
I thought you understood
But that is so not clear
If you understood
You would still be her
I’m tired of always
Crying myself to sleep
I’m tired of wishing
You’d come back to me
I’m tired of always wanting
What we’ll never have
I’m tired of all our memories.
They just seem to make me sad
I’m just so tired and that you’ll never know
O the pain you cause me
Is beginning to show…
