I must have said it all to you,
I must be running out of what to do to you,
All that...
Was in the hope,in your mind it gets through,
Don't you even see my effort?
What about my all that I gave?yo
Am tired of it all
The joy of thinking about it is now a pain,
It has eaten my hope and corroded my faith,
Even after arousing anger within myself,
It still has sucked the last bit of my only strength,
Leaving me as you did with yourself,
Since my loving made you nervous,
And things are hectic as you are,
To you I've stopped biding...
For am tired of being the accessory.
