Not Tired EnoughMature

Again, there's a finished version somewhere.

3 Months Ago

I know I said I was sick and tired of playing games with you,
But f**k it now I’m getting fed up, you don’t care what I do.
“What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m fine” you say, mirrored exactly by me.
Do you even notice? Well, half the time you agree.

Why do we even bother to ask when we both know what we’ll say?
Every time, every minute, every hour of the day.
So f**k it, now I’m getting fed up of even asking you.
Sorry I know I said I was sick and tired of attacking you.


The End

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