I'm BoredI’m bored and sick and tired
Of being on my own Of no-one opening the door And no-one coming home. I’m bored and sick and tired Of offering up my heart Of one good year, maybe two Before it gets taken apart. I’m bored and sick and tired Of it all coming down to me Of slapping on a smile Because no-one really wants to see. I’m bored and sick and tired Of being the one in charge Of the buck stopping where I am When it’s all so fucking hard. I’m bored and sick and tired Of people happy to jump onboard Of people who then disappear Leaving me hanging from a cord. I’m bored and sick and tired Of having to be the one with strength Of showing understanding So I’m left straddling the fence. I’m bored and sick and tired Of being the one with balls Of being the one to make leaps of faith When no-one’s here to help me after another fall. I’m bored and sick and tired Of there being no love Of there being more and more nothing Nothing heavenly, sent from above. I’m bored and sick and tired Of kissing all these frogs Of finding they turn in to toads Warty, flush ‘em down the bog. I’m bored and sick and tired Of being treated like I did wrong Of being treated like a cheat And it just goes on too long. I’m bored and sick and tired Of not knowing what's going on Of blind hope rolled into patience My life’s like a country song. I’m bored and sick and tired Of always having to wait Of tunnels lapsing into darkness I’ve had enough now for fuck’s sake! I’m bored and sick and tired Of wondering how much longer it will be Of wet cheeks and frustration All churning up inside of me. I’m bored and sick and tired Of seeming to always make the wrong choice Of fucking-up and being fucked Listening to the sound of my own voice. I’m bored and sick and tired Of another night alone Of the images bolting through my head As you try to pin a tail upon the unknown. I’m bored and sick and tired Of every-fucking-thing Of being left in limbo Picking at the sting. I’m bored and sick and tired Of being locked out Of being dragged around nowhere Shackled to your doubt. I’m bored and sick and tired Of a lack of warmth Of closed lips and still tongues And the lessons life has taught. I’m bored and sick and tired Of all this wasted time Of my torture born of nothing Nothing but your tortured mind. I’m bored and sick and tired Of hostages of the past Of what the future may not hold What if, what if we last? I’m bored and sick and tired Of other people’s fears Of distance and of voids When, together all is clear. I’m bored and sick and tired Of waiting for the phone to ring Of wait, wait, wait, wait, waiting When waiting, nothing brings. |