I'm tired of this.
Tired of the warmcold relationship that we have.
Tired of the embers that are all that remain from our blaze.
Tired of the falling ashes.
I'm tired of you.
Tired of your warmcold moods.
Tired of your fake smiles that remain untouched.
Tired of your pristine beauty.
We're little more than a fading dream. I'm waking up.
I'm not that naïve.