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i don't feel happy anymore.

the more i run away from it,
the faster it comes back to me.

i feel tired.
sick & tired.
of trying to earn things which i'll never get.
of looking at my empty hands.

i don't know whether i have anymore fight in me.
what's the point of fighting it?
in the end,
it'll never go my way.

i'm tired.
i'm sick & tired.
i can't take this anymore.
when will this leave me?
will it ever leave me?

what made it become like this?
what happened along the way?
what did i do?

it's no longer ours.
it's theirs.
everything that we've made.
it's now theirs.
and i'll never get it back.

i'm tired.
i'm sick & tired.
i'm tired of fighting the battle.
i'm tired of going forward.

i do not know what else is there to do.
everything has been blown out of proportion.

it's no longer mine.
no longer ours.
it's now theirs.

"everything i give to U God.
i don't know what else to do."