Tired

Lyricist: Adkins, Adele    Composer: White, Francis Eg
Hold my hand while you cut me down
It'd only just begun but now it's over now
And you're in the heat of moments with your heart playing up cold
I'm between the middle watching hastiness unfold

On my eyes , you were smiling in the spotlight dancing with the night , the night
Fell off your mind

I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough Fed up
of biding your time When I don't get nothing back

And for, and for, and for
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired

Where'd you go when you stay behind
I looked up and inside down and outside only to find
A double taking, punching hard and laughing at my smile
I get closer You obviously prefer her

I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough Fed up
of biding your time When I don't get nothing back

And for, and for, and for
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough Fed up
of biding your time When I don't get nothing back
And for, and for, and for
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired

I should have known

Never mind Said your open arms
I couldn't help believe The trick me back into them , Even
though I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough Fed up
of biding your time When I don't get nothing back
And for, and for, and for
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough Fed up
of biding your time When I don't get nothing back
And for, and for, and for
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired