I’m tired of knowing that you don’t love me.
I’m tired of being something I can’t be.
I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of failing.
I hope that I’m dying, cause I’m tired of flailing.
When you’re away is like a dream come true.
Nothing is so trying as dealing with you.
Repressed memories, they surge to the forefront,
and now more than ever I never know what you want
I’m tired of bending at the knees at my joints.
I’m tired of buckling just so you can make your points.
I’m tired of gasping for air when you’re around,
I’m tired of getting back up when you push me down.
I’m tired of you, and you’re tired of me.
Why can’t we just go? Is it that we don’t believe
that it’s over? Well, I think it’s time:
we’ve tried as hard as we could,
but now we say goodbye.