Tired

Sometimes it doesn't seem to matter, 
Some things won't ever get better, 
So many nights, I cry myself to sleep, 
These memories following me in my dreams

Trying to keep my head up high, 
Turn my back to all what's happened
Chased by the fears, memories from the past
They'll get me at last..

Running through darkness, I tremble and fall
Sick of escaping, sick of it all
Tired of this way I live my life, 
Too tired to stay and keep my head up high
  

sphynx

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