La Mas Grande
Active member
I am so sick and tire of feeling sick and tire. I am so sick
and tire of not being able to be me.
Of watching what I say, so that I don’t cross that
imaginary line you have place.
I am so sick and tire of not being able to express
what I want because it might sever some little rule
you have made, in that fantasy world that you have created.
I am so sick and tire of wanting to scream but instead I hold
it in just to remain at peace.
I am so sick of tire you trying to live up to your expectation,
only to realize that your not even sure of what they are.
You tell me you love me and that I am what you always wanted but here we go again you trying to change me.
I want to be me, I love who me is, but you can’t see the
magnificence of me. I’m so tire of pretending to be something
or someone I’m not.
I just want to be.
and tire of not being able to be me.
Of watching what I say, so that I don’t cross that
imaginary line you have place.
I am so sick and tire of not being able to express
what I want because it might sever some little rule
you have made, in that fantasy world that you have created.
I am so sick and tire of wanting to scream but instead I hold
it in just to remain at peace.
I am so sick of tire you trying to live up to your expectation,
only to realize that your not even sure of what they are.
You tell me you love me and that I am what you always wanted but here we go again you trying to change me.
I want to be me, I love who me is, but you can’t see the
magnificence of me. I’m so tire of pretending to be something
or someone I’m not.
I just want to be.
