TIRED
I'm so tired
And another day passing me by
Another day feeling like I'm wasting my time
I'm so tired of my life
Of feeling defined by my futile efforts to reach the light
I'm tired and empty
Where's my epiphany?
Self promises vanish into morning apathy
Keep on pushing makes me feel like I'm just twisting the knife
But something inside is compelling me to strive
My thoughts are wearing me out
I wish I could turn them off
I want to give up
I'm tired of giving a fuck
Cause the dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
I'm sick and tired of wondering
What am I expecting?
What I give, what I get
Is it worth the pain?
You'll get nothing if you're not ready to lose everything
But I'd rather be dead than die trying to succeed
I don't need no friends
I don't like to be deceived
I want to quit the game
I want to quit the game
The dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
My thoughts are wearing me out
The fucking voice talking inside my head is too loud
I wish I could sweep away everything that makes me think
I would be better off dead
My thoughts are wearing me out and I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired
Turn it off, turn it off
My thoughts are wearing me out
And I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired of giving a fuck, of giving a fuck
My thoughts are wearing me out
And I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired of giving a fuck, of giving a fuck
Cause the dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
This is the last time I ever make a promise to myself
I swear to never promise again
And another day passing me by
Another day feeling like I'm wasting my time
I'm so tired of my life
Of feeling defined by my futile efforts to reach the light
I'm tired and empty
Where's my epiphany?
Self promises vanish into morning apathy
Keep on pushing makes me feel like I'm just twisting the knife
But something inside is compelling me to strive
My thoughts are wearing me out
I wish I could turn them off
I want to give up
I'm tired of giving a fuck
Cause the dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
I'm sick and tired of wondering
What am I expecting?
What I give, what I get
Is it worth the pain?
You'll get nothing if you're not ready to lose everything
But I'd rather be dead than die trying to succeed
I don't need no friends
I don't like to be deceived
I want to quit the game
I want to quit the game
The dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
My thoughts are wearing me out
The fucking voice talking inside my head is too loud
I wish I could sweep away everything that makes me think
I would be better off dead
My thoughts are wearing me out and I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired
Turn it off, turn it off
My thoughts are wearing me out
And I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired of giving a fuck, of giving a fuck
My thoughts are wearing me out
And I wish I could turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I'm so tired of giving a fuck, of giving a fuck
Cause the dice are loaded
But I'm still playing
I don't even know what it's like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I'm already defeated
Still I want to know what it's like to be under the light
I'm tired of feeling under
This is the last time I ever make a promise to myself
I swear to never promise again
Credits
Writer(s): David Paoli
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