Tired

The life I lead

Is not what I see

Everytime I catch a glimpse

Of the real me.

I'm tired of the anger

I'm tired of the greed

I'm tired of hoping

That you want to be with me.

I'm tired of the fighting

I'm tired of the fear

Of saying something

That you may not want to hear.

I'm tired of the waiting

I'm tired of the same

I'm tired of wishing

You'd look at me again.

I'm tired of the talking

I'm tired of the walls

I'm tired of all of this

Just tired of it all.

And as much as I see it

And I try to deny

I can plainly see

What is before my eyes.

I don't like to think about it

Because I don't want it to be

But what I fear that I feel

Is the end of you and me.