Tired

I lied down on my back
Thinking ahead at my life
I feel like i should move
Do something before i'll regret

But I'm so tired
My body seeks for energy
I felt myself being pulled
Pulled down, not wanting to try

People want to reach out
But their hands are far
I also tried putting my hand out
But only at your grasp

I try to be with you
Even if its dangerous
I try to reach out
Even if i know its useless

I'm aware that we're not real
That we're just mere impostors
Copies of the story of the ideals
I'm tired because its not ours.