Tired Eyes

Finding comfort in a dead heat Nowhere can we make those ends meet to Keep ourselves propped up in our minds Everywhere we can we tell lies to Justify what nobody's held Run around to find the next shelter Some will say our purpose we make Some will do whatever it takes to Get closer to what we forgot Something that can't simply be bought or Figured out from minutes each day There must be a meaningful way to Toss our props away with a shout Tell the crowd to get the hell out and Break the plaster, rip up the script Let the director know that we quit Letting go of all that we find Tears keep flowing down our minds but To be honest is to be kind But where is the truth in our lines While there is a break in the show Just consider if for a moment If you could find someone who knows That's worth all the life that we chose so Please Take my hand Tired eyes Forgive yourself It's alright so Please Cry with me Tired eyes We will die... but It's alright What's the point in gripping your chest Shallow breathing isn't the best way For our natural minds to react Finding love means breaking that pact Why do we think what we achieve Solely lies within our beliefs that If we act well we'll be okay That's just quoting a line in this play so Please Take my hand Tired eyes Forgive yourself It's alright so Please Cry with me Tired eyes We will die... but It's alright Tired eyes Tired eyes Tired eyes It's alright