Sense Of Direction

I was so tired of being told I was screwing up
And I was so tired of being put down
That I made up my mind and left
But it never felt right

She got tired of me messing up
And she was so tired of being let down
That she made up her mind and left
Now I no longer feel right

Now I hate waking up
Because I’m tired of breaking down
I have nothing left
And I’m afraid I’ll never feel right

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