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Created on: October 06, 2008
I'm honestly just tired
I'm really tired now
I'm tired of this headache
I'm tired of the wrinkle in my brow
I'm tired of the stinging
I feel in my nose and eyes
I'm tired of looking for honesty
And receiving nothing but lies
I'm tired of my dreams
They do nothing but cause more panic
I'm tired of my own insanity
I'm tired of being so manic
I'm tired of this ache
I constantly feel in my heart
I'm tired of putting it back together
After it's constantly ripped apart
I'm just so tired of trying
I'm tired of giving you the benefit of the doubt
I'm tired of making excuses
I'm tired of trying to figure this all out
I'm so tired of settling
For so much less than I deserve
I'm so tired of searching for stability
When everything always ends up absurd
I'm so tired of love
Because it always seems to leave me cold
I'm so tired of this stress
It's just causing me to grow old
I'm so tired of thinking I found something
Only to be deceived again
I'm so tired of wanting something true
And wondering how it will happen and when
I'm so tired of giving my heart away
Only for it to be crushed
I'm so tired of trying to slow down life
Only to continually be rushed
I'm so tired of this pain
I just want something true
I'm so tired of this game
I'm so tired of loving you.
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