Howling

You must thing you're so great
Everything you do is fate
You seem to think everyone
Must think you're nifty and fun
But there's just something about you
That does not seem true
It's like everything you see
Has to be your property
Now, it's not like i don't like you
It's just all the things you seem to do
You guilt and manipulate
You leave nothing to debate
Back off soon child
My annoyance right now is mild
Do not push me

Tired Is

Tired is waiting for the day to end
Hoping that you can eat before
You go to sleep to be tired tomorrow

Tired is waiting for the doctors
To stop sending you for more tests
And just figure out what's wrong

Tired is waiting for someone close
To contact you on how they're doing
Hoping that they still can.

Tired is thinking life moves too fast
Trying to catch up with all there is to do
And failing misrabely

Tired is believing that there is nothing
In this world that cares for you
And just trying to let go

Tired is waiting to make it
Right for her, doing anything for her
But not knowing if it's what you want

Tired is trying to wake
From the sleepwalk routine
That encompasses out lives

I'm so tired.