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i'm tired of my heart
and my fists

i get too worked up
over meaningless shit

but until other people
begin to stand up

i'll be the one saying
enough is enough
...
i've seen too much
with these blue eyes

i'm tired of watching kids
sent off to die

they're not fighting for oil
or someone's freedom fries

they are fighting,
just trying to stay alive
...
the storms come
and then the storms go

while the rich watch on tv
the poor lose their homes

politicians will delay
until judgement day

but they don't know
that it was yesterday
...
to take pills
or cry myself to sleep

am i strong willed
or am i just as weak

i suppose either way
you can say what you say

'cause i'm stuck with myself
at the end of the day