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I am tired, oh, how I want to rest,

I am tired of your summer fest,

Tired of waking up to alarms,

Tired of listening to old psalms.

Tired of getting up and going,

Tired of trying, trying, trying,

Tired of knowing there is nothing,

That really matters to my knowing.



Tired of rushing off for work,

Tired of enduring hours of waking,

Tired of this sick and creeping feeling,

Tired of talking and arguing

Tired of struggling for a living

Tired of living... just for existing.