…tired…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Beyond tired, my eyes are wired open
I feel weak, mentally, like back then
My shadows a bit thinner, feeling many times strange
A part of holds right, to all I don’t want to change
Walking in circles, I see much more than new
In the holes of my heart, something unwanted grew
So here I am, a broken human
Doing, right to me, doing all I can