Tired

I don't remember the last time I've been so tired.

So feed me a fistful of lies, broken promises and sorry's that came too late. Spice them up with stupid escuses and forgetting to call because I've gotten used to that taste. Finish it off with an "I'll do better next time" and an "I love you," just to surprise me. Lie to me. Hurt me. Deceive me. Ask for forgiveness and do it all over again.


It's okay. I can't imagine expecting more.