Tired Of It

Of all this, all of them.

There's times when I want to tell everyone to fuck off, and leave me alone. There's times when I do it, very discretely.
Am the only one who's being played? Or do I have to start believing in the whole Karma cliche?
There's times when I'm up, and I'm down. It's not because of other people--people come and go. It's because of me, because I let people walk into my life easily.
I'm tired of lies, bullshit, and tricks. I know them all, and I'm good at learning the new ones.
Just don't say it hurts when I do it to you, because I get a little crazy with the razor blades, go on and call any of "them" if you ever need a band aid.
Take it like a man, or you shut the fuck up.
The only thing that helps me stay on my feet, is the fact that I get bored of "things" too fast--something that has been a martyr is finally becoming a pro in my life.

Currently Listening To: "Golden Dawn" By Art in Manila