don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over?
and you fake it hard enough to please everyone,
or anyone at all.. or anyone at all.
you've been asking me to bleed.
it seems these kinds of questions, they come too easy to you now.
you hold on to your stories, and I'm not privy to what is on your mind.
but I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired.