so tired

I'm getting tired of holding on
My grip is growing so frail
As if the slightest breeze could blow me away
Where I would fall, and fall into the bottomless crevice
That I seem to have built myself

My own flesh, blood, and tears
Insecurities and fears
Fuel every dark horizon
I'm tired of going back
Starting up from scratch
Why can't I ever just catch a break?
  So tired...

I fell through your shallow promises
Now I'm back where I started
Sin is my passion, playing with the trigger action
This world is moving on without me

Now I look toward a bleak picture of tomorrow
A future of strife, blended with sorrow
Now with bloodshot eyes
And Minds burned by silent cries
I venture forth, into the unknown
To fade away. And end up a John Doe