So Tired
Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided,
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record.
So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't
make this, unless it's given to you first.
So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your
companion. So Tired.
Copyright © Tommy Dorsey | Year Posted 2010
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