Tired of Life

by Vic   Nov 8, 2005


I've got many things going
But not in the right direction.
The things that I have left
Are begging for resurrection.
My heart, for one, is dead
Right now and wants to rise again.
My mind is tired and wants
No more to think of pain again.

At home things are so rough
I want to mute the house.
I can't stand the lies and words
From my mom and dad's mouths.
I don't think I can take it
Since It's been going on for a while.
I tell myself things'll be okay
But that's just living in denial.
My sister's annoying
She's so utterly mean.
My little brother's different
He's saying "yaddidamean?"
Nobody's the same,
The family's completely torn.
It's like the ones I truly love died,
And all I can do is mourn.
Innocence has escaped
And no longer in our grasps.
What else is there to do
But hope this hate won't last?

At school I'm going down
Along with the grades I have.
I can't think straight anymore
Not even for simple math.
I'm bored with it right now
And have no interest to learn.
Sometimes I hate my teachers
And wish that they'd all burn.
That's not me, though,
It's just so mean to say.
How else can I put it
I think school is gay.
I've been ditching classes
For a long time now.
My attendance and credibility
Are going down.
I don't care anymore
This problem's like the rest.
I just escape and fall
Asleep in my secret forest.

My love, what about it
Can I really talk about?
I can't prove myself
Whether I write or shout.
All I can do is sit around
Rotting and fading away.
Like I said so many times,
I'd always wait and stay.
The girl of my dreams
I thought I had finally found.
I haven't given up on her
But all I've done is frown.
I haven't let her know that
I'm still here like promised.
So the cause of that is
Everyday I'm always pissed.
I don't have a clue as to
What on earth I'm doing.
I'm stuck in this spot
With no way of moving.

In general, my life sucks
And I'm stuck in a rut.
I'm tired of everything
I swear I'm going nuts.
Just three main things
Affect my state of mind.
I don't know what to do
My tears make me so blind.
Will the things I think about
Have a bright side to them?
Will things get better
Or is my soul condemned?
I wish my house was better
Our family happy and whole.
I wish school was better
That I cared for it more.
I wish life with her was better
I could show her the best.
Instead things are tiring
And I want so bad to rest...

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