IRC-Galleria

I don't know how else to
put this.
It's taking me so long to
do this.
I'm falling asleep and I
can't see straight.


My muscles feel like a
melee,
My body's curled in a
U-shape.
I put on my best, but I'm
still afraid.

Propped up by lies and
promises.
Saving my place as life
forgets.
Maybe it's time I saw the
world.

I'm only here for a while.
And patience is not my
style,
And I'm so tired that I
got to go.

Where am I supposed to
hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I
wouldn't see this through?

Tell me I should stick
around for you.
Tell me I can have it all.
I'm still too tired to
care and I got to go.

I get to go home in one
week.
But I'm leaving home in
three weeks.
They throw me a bone just
to pick me dry.

I'm following suit and
directions.
I crawl up inside for
protection.
I'm told what to do and I
don't know why.

I'm over-existing in limbo
I'm over the myths and
placebos
I don't really mind if I
just fade away

I'm ready to live with my
family.
I'm ready to die in
obscurity
Cause I'm so tired that I
got to go.

Where am I supposed to
hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
You still don't think I'm
gonna see this through.

Tell me I'm a part of
history.
Tell me I can have it all.
I'm still too tired to
care and I got to go.