My eyes are tired now,
Tired of searching,
Searching the love, I heard God made one for me,
Me? Oh was an illusion darling, I hold on it this far,
We have grown up hearing that God has made love for everyone in the world for the one he made,
But now I think, he forgot to make one for me,
My eyes are tired now,
Tired of seeking happiness,
Happiness is one we create for others,
I heard and thought, but this tilted stage gave me nothing but parents, now I only believe and see…
My eyes are tired now,
Tired of my tears,
Tears? Whether its pleasure or sorrow, bliss or hollow, bloom blossom or temper,
They didn’t shy before to fall out, fell out so often,
That my eyes are not allowing them to come out now,
Even if something breaking inside.
My eyes are tired now!!
My eyes are tired now!!
