I'm tired of laughing, crying, praying, trying to make things right
I'm tired of days when I am dreaming, tired of sleepless nights
Why do I feel so, feel so? I don't know what to do and where to go...
I'm tired of making, selling, buying, losing my fuckin' mind
I'm tired to run from my own life but I still don't wanna die
Why do I feel so, feel so? I don't know what to do and where to go...
I don't trust the fancy words you're saying,
Don't wanna buy the fancy style you're selling,
Don't wanna hear the fairytales you're telling,
You sing about love but I don't feel hearts beating
I'm here because of things I thought don't matter
They've said that pills can help to get better,
I've got a rotted sense of broken shelter
While spinning to the edge right from the center
Round and round and round and round, then fall...
