This is a song about "Tired of jolling"

Just put your hand on the glass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Of finding myself as an individual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I was tired of that chump

This is something different

Im tired of being the third wheel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I'm tired of following other shadows,

You feel it from your head to your toes