Skriven 2009
Tired of the feeling that I'm dying
Tired of looking like shit
Tired of seeing that my clothes doesn't fit
Tired of dreaming about how I die
Tired of watching the days go by
Tired of hating my reflection
Tired of feeling that there is no affection
I'm tired
Tired of being me.
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