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Tired

I'm tired, tired of wishing on every shooting star reaching for the brass ring hasnt gotten me too far believe me, its just as tiring to have to lower the bar tired by day and at night I cant sleep too tired to tread water and I'm in this so deep tired of spilling my tears and my blood tired from sinking in lifes puddle of mud and I'm tired of yesterday, memories haunt me still close my eyes to tomorrow as I slip over the hill I'm tired of getting by with less then I need wanting to be loved is not really greed it's not true what they say that it's only women who bleed tired of trying and getting no where apart from my best friend just doesn't seem fair I know I'm a loser but you don't have to stare I'm just tired, and so damned uninspired I've had enough, i'm ready to go I'm tired of being tired

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