Tired
© June 1999 By Elizabeta
Tired of aimlessly wandering
like a ship lost at sea.
Tired of endlessly searching
for a beautiful mystery.
Tired of this endless longing
to live in movie dreams.
Fairy tales and TV sitcoms
aren't always what they seem.
Tired of feelin' down and out
when nothing's really wrong.
Tired of wasting my time
listening to sad, sad songs.
Tired of listening to other people,
and searching my tortured soul.
Tired of self-inflicted misery
and jumping into big black holes.
Tired of loneliness that's as empty
as the space into which I stare.
Tired of searching for an answer
to find that it was always there.
Tired of constantly being so serious
and of the darkness I used to see
Laughter is the best medicine
and besides that, it's always free.
Tired of it always being this way
Why must the sun never shine?
I'm movin' on to a brighter day
and I'm feelin' strangely fine.
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