Tired is Just a State of Mind…or How to Sound Exhausted

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by Alexa L., written April 21, 2010

I had a feeling that you could not let her go
That what we had was not enough to tell her “no,
this isn’t right, when you call me late at night,”
You’re the reason that we’re fighting, fighting, fighting for our life.

Tears tumble down the little curves upon my cheeks
You shower me with love, then beg me not to speak
about the lies, about the moans and then the sighs
You’re the reason that I’m crying, crying, crying “not tonight”

Why do you hurt me so
Why do you hurt me
Why can’t you let me go
Why can’t you let me

You know she’s drunk, she bites the bottom of your lip
The smell of cigarettes, your hands upon her hips
And I’ll be fine, you go and blame it on the wine
But she’s the reason that you’re lying, lying, lying all the time. 

Why do you hurt me so
Why do you hurt me
Why can’t you let me go
Why can’t you let me