Sick of trying
Sick of crying
Sick of feeling like i'm dying
Tired of this
Tired of that
Tired of always feeling sad
Like it's stuck to my bone
I got depression
Wiping of my tears while i stare at my reflection
People come and go
That's just how it works
I can't really argue the fact that i'm the worst
Who knows maybe someone out there will love me
But until that day comes
I guess i'm lonely