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Tired

I'm tired of getting the leftovers of your life.
I'm tired of the fighting, tired of the strife.
Tired of being the loser in this sick sad life.

I'm tired of the way that things have changed.
I hate the way that things suddenly rearranged,
it makes me ever so slightly deranged.

I hate it that you are always with her.
She clings to you like some damn burr.
Why do I feel like some sort of cur?

For you to kick to the side,
for the pain that I have to hide.
No one cares how much I have cried.

I know that you say that you are just friends
but I have to wonder if that is where it truly ends.
You spend more time with her than you do with me.
Is that right or is this just insanity?

You tell me the same damn thing, you know,
but I saw how your friendship can grow.
It all starts with just a simple blow.

I know that blow would really hurt
so I am asking you not to be a jerk,
not to pierce my heart with your dirk.

I am asking you to come back.
Without you, my life is crap.
I need you and that is simple fact.

But if she needs you more
or if this is a closed door,
then don't drag this out anymore.

It may kill me, it will definitely suck
but that is better than being in the same damn rut,
cause without you, I'm out of luck.

There is only so much pain that you can deal with after all
and I think we have gone through it, trying to break the fall.
The other day, when I said that I don't care,
it was because this is becoming more than I can bear.

Written 11/17/00 AC