I’m so tired
And another day passing me by
Another day feeling like I’m wasting my time
I’m so tired of my life
Of feeling defined
By my futile efforts to reach the light
I’m tired and empty
Where’s my epiphany?
Self promises vanish into morning apathy
Keep on pushing makes me feel like I’m just twisting the knife
But something inside is compelling me to strive
My thoughts are wearing me out
I wish I could turn them off
I want to give up
I’m tired of giving a fuck
‘Cause the dice are loaded
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
I’m sick and tired of wondering
What am I expecting?
What I give
What I get
Is it worth the pain?
You’ll get nothing if you’re not ready to lose everything
But I’d rather be dead than die trying to succeed
I don’t need no friends
I don’t like to be deceived
I wanna quit the game
(I wanna quit the game)
The dice are loaded
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
My thoughts are wearing me out
The fucking voice talking inside my head is too loud
I wish I could sweep away everything that makes me think I would be better off dead
My thoughts
Are wearing me out and I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
(I want)
I want to give up
I’m so tired
Turn it off
Turn it off
My thoughts
Are wearing me out
And I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I’m so tired
Of giving a fuck
Of giving a fuck
My thoughts
Are wearing me out
And I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I’m so tired
Of giving a fuck
Of giving a fuck
‘Cause the dice are loaded
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
This is the last time I ever make a promise to myself
I swear to never promise again
And another day passing me by
Another day feeling like I’m wasting my time
I’m so tired of my life
Of feeling defined
By my futile efforts to reach the light
I’m tired and empty
Where’s my epiphany?
Self promises vanish into morning apathy
Keep on pushing makes me feel like I’m just twisting the knife
But something inside is compelling me to strive
I wish I could turn them off
I want to give up
I’m tired of giving a fuck
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
What am I expecting?
What I give
What I get
Is it worth the pain?
You’ll get nothing if you’re not ready to lose everything
But I’d rather be dead than die trying to succeed
I don’t need no friends
I don’t like to be deceived
I wanna quit the game
(I wanna quit the game)
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
The fucking voice talking inside my head is too loud
I wish I could sweep away everything that makes me think I would be better off dead
Are wearing me out and I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
(I want)
I want to give up
I’m so tired
Turn it off
Turn it off
My thoughts
Are wearing me out
And I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I’m so tired
Of giving a fuck
Of giving a fuck
My thoughts
Are wearing me out
And I wish I could
Turn them off
My own head is killing me
I want, I want to give up
I’m so tired
Of giving a fuck
Of giving a fuck
But I’m still playing
I don’t even know what it’s like to be rocked by the lie
That tomorrow will be better
The dice are crooked
I’m already defeated
Still I wanna know what it’s like to be under the light
I’m tired of feeling under
I swear to never promise again
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This is about that a self-fulfilling prophecy where this persons negative beliefs about themselves start to become reality, creating a cycle of negative outcomes. They are essentially becoming imprisoned in their own head, decidedly resigned to the fact that they are beyond saving.