Tired of you making me feel less than what I am.
Tired of you putting me aside for other women.
Tired of trying to making you understand
that I am right in my wants and I shouldn’t
have to demand.
Tired of loving you when I know I shouldn’t.
Tired of taking you back when I said I wouldn’t.
Tired of you making me regret all the times I
Tired of you making me want to hate you.
I’m just tired of waiting for you to love me,
Tired of trying to make you see why you should be
all about me.
But you want other things, other kinds of women.
The kinds that don’t see past the superficial things.
But maybe that’s the right kind for you,
since you can’t even see the seven years we’ve built together
Since you seem to have gone blind to our vision of forever.
And even when you gave me doubts, I could never
picture our lives without each other.
I am so tired of you putting me second to last
So tired of believing we’re going to last
I hope I can just fall asleep to never wake up,
and leave you in the past.