Tired
I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the players
I'm tired of the criers
I'm tired of the dismayers
I'm tired of the drunk
I'm tired of the pricks
I'm tired of the flunks
I'm tired of the cheats
I'm tired of the haters
I'm tired of the racists
I'm tired of the terrorists
I'm tired of the fighting
I'm tired of buildings igniting
And bombs blowing up
Human bodies exploding
I'm tired of the hate
I'm tired that noone can relate
To each other anymore
We're turning cold at our core
Where is our love
And the need to stand above
The worthless and the weak
The druggies that onlyl seek
Their source of life
That's killing them
Why won't the world just listen?
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