What is it to be beyond tired?
To surpass physical endurance.
To have an exhausted soul.
My tank is empty, I am running on fumes.
What is it to no longer care?
To look in the mirror confused.
To see one's life has taken its toll.
My tank is empty, I am running on fumes.
What is it to be truly happy?
To be loved for whom you are.
To have a heart full of life and whole.
My tank is empty, I am running on fumes.
I close my eyes, see darkness and feel its embrace.
Here I am free, here I can rest and here is home.
Here I find the peace and love someone stole.
My tank is empty, I am running on fumes.
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