A Tired Hand
26 August, 2003
Author: Shan
Tired of waking up
Tired of thinking
Tired of pushing
And tired of sinking
You don't have a choice shan
You've got to pull through
Stop doing it for other people
Start doing it for YOU
Tired of fighting your battles
Tired of speaking your mind
Tired of fighting for what you want
I'm thinking of myself this time
You don't have a choice shan
You've got to pull through
Stop being the person you know your not
And finally just be YOU
Tired of the way I hold on to you
Tired of the way I always depend
Tired of having a broken heart
And now it's time to mend
You don't have a choice shan
You've got to pull through
Stop holding on to things that don't care
And start caring of YOU
Tired of knowing you
Tired of not knowing me
Tired of not knowing
What I should be
I don't have a choice
On how my life will be felt
But I've got to start
Playing with the cards I've been dealt
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| Marci (unknown) -- Friday, August 29 2003, 10:19 pm I like this poem a lot. I really love the way you chose to write this. It really caught my attention! Great job. I can't wait to hear more.... :o) |
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