Tired

Maybe I am the man with those mystic two headsone facing down, the other facing backbut

I don't know who

I amand you still don't know who

I amMaybe

I am the man with the legendary four hands

To finger, to heal, crave and strangulatebut

I don't know who

I amand you still don't know who

I amI am uxhausted of returning to a place

I've never been

I am uxhausted of returning from a place

I've never been

Maybe I am the man of the universal two words

The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn

You want to know how

I amTo forgive me what

I amI am uxhausted of returning to a place

I've never been

I am uxhausted of returning from a place

I've never been

I forgot who

I am but I am too tired to be it

I forgot who

I am but I am too tired to live/leave it