For I'Ve Grown Tired
For I'Ve Grown Tired
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For I’ve grown tired of being tested,
with memories of dead love.
Every sun is a false hope,
every night is a fading cry for help.
I sit mourning when these two meet,
I pray to the red sky:
Give me death instead,
but not put me in the trial of time no more.