TIRED EQUALS HURT MORE (E A D G B E)
And now I’m tired and I can’t find my rhythm. I see these things coming. I know they will derail me. I hope this time I can manage it more skilfully.
Trying to appease others who only make my heart hurt more. I see them coming like silhouettes on the wall at night.
And when the earth turns in the dark I feel carsick. I need to sit in the front seat.
And when the sun comes out after a dark and rainy night it only serves to hurt more.
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