Tired
Of my bigot loveless mother
Tired
At the mercy of my period
Tired
Always anxious to be anxious
Tired
See no reason to get out of bed
Tired
Giving others not receiving
Tired
Unable of loving myself
Tired
Who's the woman in the mirror?
Tired
Even though my belly's full I still feel empty
You cannot drain me I am already drowned
Down to the floor of my pitiless self
Don't condescend me, don't patronize
I'm sick and tired of your countless lies
Tired
My tattoo, nails, hair are my own
Tired
I'm the one who measures my weight
Tired
Drinks and smoking are my choices
Tired
Psychopathic exes can burn down in hell
Tired
Of your counterfeited friendships
Tired
All your non-requested advice
Tired
Why do you care about my outfit?
Tired
In front of me you wouldn't stand one chance
You cannot drain me I am already drowned
Down to the floor of my pitiless self
Don't condescend me, don't patronize
I'm sick and tired of your shameful lies
I'm a survivor, I'm not going to fight
Elbowing my way throughout all this mess
Better watch out for my storm is to come
The clock is ticking, you reap what you sow
