tired

I'm so tired of this fucking mess
I just want to go straight to bed
I can't get out I cannot stress
I pretty much lost interest
I'm so tired of this fucking mess
I just want to go straight to bed
I can't get out I cannot stress
I pretty much lost interest

Calling you out couldn't fix you
Not any more I could even do
What is the point, yeah I always lose
Running around like you cut me loose

And I'm falling off the deep end
Loosing myself, yea what is the reason
Keeping it calm till drink the poison
Cutting myself off from all of the fake friends

I've been calling you on Discord
This relationship got me bored
You ain't ever round anymore
You're turning me straight into a whore

I'm so tired of this fucking mess
I just want to go straight to bed
I can't get out I cannot stress
I pretty much lost interest
I'm so tired of this fucking mess
I just want to go straight to bed
I can't get out I cannot stress
I pretty much lost interest



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Wyattmills
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