The more tired I get, the more it hurts.
The more it hurts, the more tired I get.
2 days of silence, never forget.
9 days of eternity…
It feels like sinking, drifting.
My mind feels stuck, my heart feels heavy.
I’m bored, and it sucks.
Growing up was supposed to be blissful.
The childhood goal, which is ultimately inevitable, is a lie.
The joy of the Lord is my strength, but I still grow weary.
Don’t ask me about the tears on my cheeks if you put them there.
And if you put them there, don’t let me sit alone.
I’m so tired, but I’m okay.
Just don’t fly away from me…