Lets not try to figure it out all at once
lets not strain
the system we struggle for is a drain
and the more we fight is the more we shall feel pain
tired is what we are and it's never ending
tired is what we'll be while our last cent is spending
frustration walks through the streets at night
and confusion parols the carridors at day
tired is what we are, it cannot be hidden
the system is percieved as golden
stop lying to us, we know the truth
stop showimg us the leaves and not the root
Tired is what we are, your work is surplus
you the one who has tried times before
will only see failure and seek the back door
the failure you see, you shall see more
because until you change your mind
like the sea you cannot be shore
so be frustrated
be tired, because tired is what you are
but the race is for who can endure
