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I Am Tired

I'm tired of those days
I'm tired of the games
Can't stand when you call
When you don't even know my name
 
Tired of trying to let things flow
When everytime I'm looking you're heading out the door
Days go by and I don't hear a peep
Then out of nowhere my phone goes beep
 
I've had enough of the sorrow you bring
And I look for the goodness tomorrow might bring
All my life I try to remain cool
But enough is enough, I am no fool
 
I know when its time to say bye
You never were for me, I see it in your eye
I refuse to go to bed and wonder if I've crossed your mind
When obviously I don't so never you mind
 
When you do show up, its because you are wanting
And once satisfied you begin flaunting
You bicker and backbite like a little spoiled child
All the meanwhile I try to remain mild
 
I smile back but inside I am burning
An open wound and that you are hurting
You neglect to mention me when others are around
But when its just you and me, its like I'm all that you found
 
I think about you all the time
But now I fight to not drop you a line
I try to focus on other things
And hope that you might see the pain you bring
 
That you might see thats something's amiss
When you come by I don't give you a kiss
And you'll start to wonder what have you done
And realize how much of a jerk you have become
 
I'm tired of all the games that are played
I'm tired of trying to show ya'll the way
I'm tired of being that difference you need
I'm tired of being the option indeed
 
I'm sick of the lies and now I step back
I know the truth I used to play that jack
But my days are numbered so no longer carefree
A man on a mission and that man is me.

Copyright © Stevenson Benoit | Year Posted 2007

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