Tired

You ask me if I'm alright
Drive home late at night
I'm sick of having to fight
My sleep
But I will be fine
I can't make up my mind
I feel like I have died
And I can't close my eyes

I hope I fucking die
Driving home late at night
I'm sick of having to fight
My sleep
Just forget my life
I think I've made up my mind
And no don't fucking ask me
I won't be alright



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Brown
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