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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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