Tired Eyes

Back to the world, fuck em all was the war cry,

Now we see the world differently through tired eyes,

We open books like we once opened fresh beers,

Were all too afraid to seize what it is we need here,

And pretended happiness on social media is all you see,

As we long for what we don’t have and this materialistic world is killing me,

All we need is a perfect sunset to soothe our battered soul

And an exciting love to make us feel whole

The years have taken their toll on us now

And all our hearts scarred and worn,

You can find me on the floor with a bottle of whisky,

As the cold kiss of depression comes to kiss me.

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