This is dedicated to you…

I, I am tired of another door slamming in my face;
in my restless night and days…
You, you are tired of the line between fact and farce;
that broken thin line in your lies…
She, she is tired of letting fate take its course;
her written fate makes him mourn…
He, he is tired of looking for the obvious discoveries;
beyond her dishonest stories…
We, we are all tired of their judgmental gaze;
those bastard heartbreakers…
You, you are all tired of hiding your feelings;
that will fuel your desire to love-fallings…
They, they are all tired of this wicked world;
the emptiness and nothingness of this cruel world…
I, I am waiting for that light;
for the ride that sparks us up in the moonlight…

S