Yes. I'm tired. I'm tired of you ( i told you i don't want it), of you ( i'm glad i did it), and you ( stop whinning ). I'm tired of you ( you're almost a saint, almost... ) and you ( you're too false for me ), and of course, you ( i'm not your slave) and you ( can you even see me ? ).
And finally, I'm tired of me, myself and I. And I'm with the freaking flu.
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