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When I was a child I could never wait to grow up

To be like the big kids I looked up to so much



I was always dead last and no-one seemed to care

When my world seemed to shatter there was nobody there



Well as time marches forward so did I in my life

I locked away all those feelings born of hardship and strife



I became a new man yet none of this seems clear

I can't recognize the man I see when I look in the mirror



My life isn't better because it's still filled with lies

I've replaced the pain in life to become what I despise



I'm tired of writing these poems of rain

Tired of remembering all the fear and the pain



I'm tired of living my life like a dream

Tired of not knowing if this is all what it seems



I'm tired of dieing every day deep inside

Tired of never knowing what's truth and what's lies



I can't pretend that this world is quite real

When I can't even understand the way that I feel



No matter what I do it always turns back on me

They all point fingers but never realize that I see



I'm always the villain hurting those I love most

Too bad when I'm hurting I always feel like a ghost



I only try to do right by the lessons I've learned

But it seems to me good and evil I just can't discern



Is it my fault I love with fiery passions held deep

I'd give all my heart if someone would just love me



My thoughts are in vain and I've abandoned all hope

Tomorrow will come and I will still be alone



I'm tired of writing these poems of rain

Tired of remembering all the fear and the pain



I'm tired of living my life like a dream

Tired of not knowing if this is all what it seems



I'm tired of dieing every day deep inside

Tired of never knowing what's truth and what's lies



I can't pretend that this world is quite real

When I can't even understand the way that I feel



I'm tired of false lovers like the leaves upon the ground

They blow my way but then they never stay around



I've been stepped on and pushed around too many times

By the women I thought I loved but that was a lie



I'm tired of saying sorry for the things I didn't do

Tired of blaming myself for all that I've been through



I may not be perfect or even close to what I should

Just another social product but I think its understood



I can accept my despair because its all I have left

A memory of cleansing rain pulled from my darkest depths



I'm tired of writing these poems of rain

Tired of remembering all the fear and the pain



I'm tired of living my life like a dream

Tired of not knowing if this is all what it seems



I'm tired of dieing every day deep inside

Tired of never knowing what's truth and what's lies



I can't pretend that this world is quite real

When I can't even understand the way that I feel