I’m tired,
I’m tired of being hurt
And I’m tired of being sad,
I am tired of hiding myself

I am weary,
I need the joy back
I want my smile back
They should know the real me

The me I am right now is not me
It’s the me I think they’ll like
As time passed I realized,
My “they” is actually me.

I thought they won’t love me.
Cause I didn’t love myself.
Then I believed they loved me,
Cause I now loved myself

But now I’m tired
Let me be real
The real me
Cause it takes no effort.