Tired

                                        Life has come to a stand still 
                                           i am tired of living
                                            struck as i am
                                       struck as i'll always be 
                                    won't utter a single thing 
                                  there is nowhere i can reach
                                 i'll be wrecked and defeated
                                     do i want to run?
                                       yes, of course
                                but my feet seems to be 
                                struck in the ground 
                             perfectly envisioning it, 
                                     going down 
                                   nothing changes
                              it all remains the same 
                     i am glad I've become a little insane
                              so alone and tired 
                     a thousand attempts of breaking out 
                 a thousand reasons that kept me locked in 
                     i keep on counting the days 
               watching them move on their ways
                  all by myself, that's all i can be 
               alone, lonely as far as my eye can see
             devastated, ruined and shattered within
                 in the regret i let it all sink in
        the load of the world is taking its toll on me
              look at me! i got no hold on me
             i keep asking myself, who i am?
                      where do i belong?
          do these things stand any meaning?
           time is running out of my hands
           and i am running out of me...