Chronic Fatigue

I find myself always feeling tired.
After every smile, every time I laugh I feel a little bit more fatigue inside.
Every now and then what and who I shouldn't think about creeps into my head,
tearing open again wounds that I try very hard to conceal.
It feels like the butterflies, only....a lot heavier.
It weighs me down, body and soul.
I carry on, I do.
I walk, talk, work like I do every other day.
But what do you when you're half way around the world,
yet you are still reminded of her?
Read the memo, Andy...Read the damn memo...
The world owes you nothing and they'll give you nothing.
I tried to focus on your flaws,
yet what comes to mind are all that is good
I tried to forget, but all I do is remember
I tried to hate, but all I do is...
Just go, Andy why don't you listen
pack up your things, swallow your pain and go
run through memory lane and burn it, burn it all until you can't recognize it
stay out of your head because this is where you will come to die, my friend
here is the graveyard of all your strength, your will and your smile
where ghosts gather and haunt you until you become one of them
dump it all out and walk away,
Nobody asked for your story, and nobody will sigh for your sorrows
so why write it on your face?
Put a mask on it and wait until that becomes your true face.
Then you will be alright, then you will forget.
for now, write all you can and release it from your mind,
for now, let this be the only asylum of all your sorrow, your heartbreak
and all your pain...
Because, nobody knows and nobody's waiting to listen
You are your own man, a broken one, but your own man.
So be one.
Be a man that walks faster than his past, and not one that's dragged by it.
Look far and walk fast, my friend...

I am a fool, after all this I'm still staring at the ground, waiting for the courage to pick up my feet...
Someday soon, or so I think...