tired

tonight, some of my friends and i had a terrible fight and this is how some of us felt about it...

we are tired and weary travellers

lost in a big, big world

we understand that there are things

that we cannot change

but we've been burned

one too many times now

our scars are your joy

the rain doesn't wash away the tears

we have put up with all of your rage

just to watch you

break yourself down

don't do that, don't do that

we've been hurt

one too many times now

three strikes,

and you're running out

maybe time will tell but

there's none left for you

if you'd tried harder while you could

you wouldn't be where you are now

we've been told

that you're tired of

the way we treat you

hope we didn't break you

all that's left now is,

a twisted memory

something broken and sad

what was the point of it all?

we've been fighting

for so long on this cold

battleground, but there's 

no use, it's a battle we won't win

cause what you tell yourself,

is what you become

so take a step back

take a deep breath

wash away the pain

cause it's time for you to win