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Lyrics
Verse 1
I’m tired of checking my phone
like a door is gonna open.
Tired of writing down my worth
in words somebody might not notice.
Tired of making every number
stretch further than it should,
tired of telling everybody
that I know it will be good.
I’m tired of being patient
when patience feels like fear.
Tired of saying, “Keep believing,”
when the answer isn’t here.
Six months of chasing daylight
with a shadow at my side,
and I don’t know how much longer
I can keep it all inside.
Pre–Chorus
I don’t need another lesson,
I don’t need a stronger face.
I just need a little room
to admit I’m not okay.
Chorus
I’m tired,
not the kind of tired that sleep can fix.
I’m tired of holding life together
with a heart that’s full of splits.
I’m tired
of the searching, of the lack,
of the pressure in my chest
and the fear that won’t unpack.
I’m not quitting, I’m just honest—
I don’t know how much is left.
I’m tired of being strong
when I need somebody’s strength.
Verse 2
I’m tired of all the fighting,
of the silence after words.
Tired of trying to explain things
that come out feeling worse.
Tired of holding other people
while I’m sinking where I stand,
tired of reaching for tomorrow
with nothing in my hands.
I look at what I’ve built
and wonder why it feels so small.
I look at who I’ve been
and feel like I have failed it all.
But there’s a voice beneath the noise,
quiet, shaking, but still there:
“You don’t have to solve your whole life
just to prove you deserve air.”
Pre–Chorus
So tonight I’ll stop performing
like I have it figured out.
I’ll let the truth sit with me
without trying to drown it out.
Chorus
I’m tired,
not the kind of tired that sleep can fix.
I’m tired of holding life together
with a heart that’s full of splits.
I’m tired
of the searching, of the lack,
of the pressure in my chest
and the fear that won’t unpack.
I’m not quitting, I’m just honest—
I don’t know how much is left.
I’m tired of being strong
when I need somebody’s strength.
Bridge
If You hear me, don’t send a slogan,
don’t turn this into some sign.
Just sit beside me in the wreckage
until I can call it mine.
Let me rest without explaining,
let me hurt without a plan.
Let me be more than a problem
that I’m always trying to understand.
Final Chorus
I’m tired,
but I’m still here enough to say it.
Still breathing through the dark
even when I can’t explain it.
I’m tired,
and maybe that is where I start:
not by fixing every piece,
but by being kind to my heart.
I’m not quitting, I’m just human.
I need help, I need some grace.
I’m tired—
and I deserve a resting place.
Details
GeneratedSep 3, 2026
Duration4:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, urbano, soul, r&b, male voice, big choir, percussion, saxophones, jazz, romantic, feeling, nostalgic, piano,guitar
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