Tired now written by Alan.s.Robinson

I’m tired now, maybe I’ll sleep a while

And wake to find some peace of mind

I don’t want to get in a fight

And I don’t want to argue all night

I don’t want to tell you what’s right

And tell you what’s right

It starts again, you know its always the same

Each and every time, its over those same old lines

Nothing ever makes any sense

I couldn’t tell you now what I meant

Its just a way to give our anger a vent

Never knew what it meant

Its like a fire, that’s how they like to describe it

Or like encroaching madness, at the moment that the switch is flipped

Like all our raw passion, it is not bound by any reason

Left alone by logic, to a spur of the moment decision

Time is not precious it has not worth

To the moment that we die from the second of our birth

There is no difference in the end

between what I waste and you wisely spend

I am not what I am, or at least not as I appear to be

not as the eye sees, nor what deduction decrees

what I have done I have done, for whatever reason right or wrong

and its all too fantastic, for reason to explain it

Time is not precious it has not worth

To the moment that we die from the second of our birth

There is no difference in the end

between what I waste and you wisely spend