don’t you see I’m tired?
don’t you see I’m tired?
don’t you know I’m tired of crying
I know that I am dead, and yet
it seems I still have tears to shed

don’t you see I’m trying?
don’t you see I’m trying?
sorry I’m not “little miss living”
no rosy cheeks or beating heart,
but all I’ve got is breaking

don’t you see I’m fighting?
don’t you see I’m fighting?
but I’m not sure I want to win;
I’ve spent so long in the dark,
so I should let the walls close in

don’t you see I’m tired?
don’t you see I’ll find it?
I’ll set me free, you’ll see someday
I know this world is done with me
but I will soon be on my way

© fragilemenace