Broken glass
A tube that feeds you through your nose
And I don't regret a thing
And I don’t regret a thing
Bruised window
I took my anger out on me
The tree is wilting
The leaves are fading
And I'm tired
I'm tired
I’m tired
I'm tired
Your limbs are failing
I knock politely at your door
And I don't regret a thing
And I don't regret a thing
The snow is falling
The ground is drying
The kites are flying
My eyes are crying
And I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
And I don’t regret a thing
And I don’t regret a thing
And I don't regret a thing
And I don’t regret a thing
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I’m tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
Am I tired
I'm tired