I dont want to know whats in store for tomorrow
I dont want to know what will happen next
If its good or if its bad
Im tired of the agony
IM. Just. Tired.
I smile with them
I laugh with them
I joke with them
But they dont know I have it too
The sadness that lingers
The thought that kills
Slowly fading throught the background
Holding on to something thats tangible
Who am doing this for
Why am i still holding on
One day i know it'll happen
Not now not tomorrow
But one day
When im tired and ready.
