Sick and Tired

You are a King

Sick and Tired

What do you mean of being who you are? and what you've become?

Is it the way of knowing you? or it is seeking the untold between that eyes?

What I saw is hidden and what I do is a secret you'll never know

You shall ask your self,"Do I like being you?"

The world is playing with us and the world is fooling you

You'll never know how really things work and how do things begin

Do you think that every word they say, you believe it's true?

Do you think every rule they follow you ought to follow it too?

You are fooling yourself out of this, you are more than this

You are infinite, you are unlimited, you are broad than the widest

So don't think of what others told you and what you learn from them

You have your right to rule and own your world, there is no reason for stopping

There is just two things in this world that you'd choose to do

Doing things and act for what's right but not just

or doing things that is just but does not really go that right

I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm on my own empire

Author's Note

Pardon me for errors, sorry for inadequate punctuation rather hope you like it ♥