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The yelling and misjudgement.

The misunderstanding and the doubts in ones mind.

It is all so uncontrollable, and the tears are splashing to the ground.

You're in complete denial, but the truth is soon to be our sorrows.

 

Tired just so tired.

Relentless nights, and scared for sleep. Don't do yourself in, don't do yourself in.

The lying to make it seem so real, the lying to make it seem so real is nothing, but an untrue tale.

 

Remember the days you seemed so alive, remember the hopes and dreams you were able to derive.

Have you forgotten the care you had all along?

Have you forgotten the words spoken to break this habit of yours?

Are you living for yourself or for the drugs that run through your veins?

Are you picturing the life you could of had or is the high making you feel nothing but sad?

 

Tired, just so tired.

Relentless nights, and scared for sleep.

Don't do yourself in. Don't do yourself in.

The lying to make it seem so real. The lying to make it seem so real is nothing, but an untrue tale.

 

Please don't lose yourself just yet. Please don't let this be the end. Listen to our heartrs dismay and turn yourself the other way. 

Listen to our hearts dismay and pull yourself the other way.

Tell yourself you will make it through.

Tell youreself you've got everything to lose. 

Tell yourself this is not a race, and keep within a sturdy pace.

 

Tired just so tired.

Relentless nights, and scared for sleep.

Don't do yourself in. Don't do yourself in. 

The lying to make it seem so real. The lying to make it seem so real is nothing but an untrue tale.

 

Foresee the day where gray turns to blue. 

Foresee the day when colors shine so new. 

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