Tired of Lying

Tired of lying, saying I’m alright Tired of staying awake, every lonely night. Look in the mirror, at the face in the glass, Look like a question no one ever asks. Tired of dying, done everyday. Tired of telling mom it’s ok Cuz it’s not, damnit, I’ll never be fine Cuz I live with this fear that killing’s divine When it’s me with the knife and with the hammer When I hold the pistol, don’t write me banners. Don’t send goodbye presents Don’t hold farewell parties The only fare that went well was The only quarter I threw down a well. Well you could say he's handsome Well handsome’s just fine, Not if your life is stringing past your nose on a wire, Not when the river is dry, when I am naked. I swim naked in cold rivers, actually I walk. I take these trips to go walking I take these trips to forget I write these words cuz I remember And I want to get all the clouded thoughts out of my head And I want to forget it then And I want you to see what I write But I don’t want you to see me And don’t let me die, don’t let me die, Let me die.