Tired of being sorry
I don’t know why you want to follow me tonight, when the rest of the world with whom I’ve crossed and I’ve quarreled. Letting me down so for a thousand reasons that I know, to share forever the unrest, with all the demons I possess. Beneath th silver moon. Maybe you were right, but baby I was lonely. I don’t want to fight, I’m tired of being sorry. I’m standing in the street, crying out for you. No one sees me, but the silver moon.
I’ve trashed myself. I’ve lost my way
