My dear Taylor,
I'm so tired of it all.
Life feels motionless.
worthless.
And I'm so tired.
And sleep won't help.
And caffeine no longer works.
And the cold against my skin is no more numbing.
And how do I live for the hope of it all when my candle's burnt out a million times?
And I tried, and tried, and tried, but how much can a breaking machine continue carrying?
Please.
I'm begging you.
I'm on my wounded knees.
Tell me it's gonna be alright.
Tell me I can keep going on.
Send me some lyrics to hold my trembling soul at night.
Tell me it's worth this dammed fight.
Cause I'm so tired, Taylor.