“Sick and Tired”
It’s 11:11 in the evening,
And I’m still up and wishing.
I’m waiting for this time every night,
Hoping for the stars to start shining bright.
I know it’s kinda stupid.
To completely hold on to wishes.
But what can I do?
I tried to make a move,
But everytime I try I mess things up.
I tried to make a change,
But the more I try the more I wish to die.
They won’t see me,
No matter how hard I try.
They won’t stay,
No matter what begging I say.
They won’t see how sick,
They will never see how tired I am.
I’m sick and tired of waiting.
But I’m still wishing,
I’m still hoping.
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