Sick & Tired.
I can see myself,
like I’m looking in a mirror.
Every move I make,
carefully scripted.
I sculpt my life for your acceptance,
but somehow it is never enough.
I blow kisses at the second chances
as you blow them off,
one by one.
Lately it seems as if you never care
and all I do is care too much.
So here’s another wasted smile,
here’s another wasted night
I spent crying over you.
I’m tired of walking this tightrope,
Tiptoeing on eggshells
and hoping you’re in the right mood.
I’m tired of being neglected,
rejected.
I’m tired of feeling like it’s through.
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