I'm tired
I'm tired
Not physically, not mentally
No, neither with life
Good omens are rife
Yeah, good omens are rife

But, still I'm tired
I'm tired of making people know
It's wrong, the way you go
About things
On those evenings
Fighting fights that don't need to be fought
Hurting people, already distraught
And it's only when you get home, you thought
Are you sane or not?
Or did you?
Did you even think that?
When you're lying on your couch wasting time getting fat.
Scrolling insta, twit or Facebook.
1 gone, 2 gone, 3am.
It's not a time pass, it's a life wasting hook.
You get up, you say some more things
You didn't think through.
Cuz if you had, you would know...