i'm tired. i am. some say i sound tired, others say i look tired, and many ask if i'm alright. i'm not ok, i'm tired.

i draw on His strength, and i know i'll pull thru with it, but what i'm afraid of is that i'll stop one day, stop in my tracks, stop dead, and yeah, drop.

a few people want to meet up, namely cynthia and ms yeo, over what i have no idea. i tried asking someone out, but yeah, but that person isn't available on sat.

i tried, i'm tired, and yeah, if you're asking, i'm still roy.