Tired of the Game

[Verse]
I’m the phone call at midnight
When your world burns down to ash
The hand you hold when it’s over
Then you’re gone
Like a flash
[Prechorus]
And I paint my face with borrowed joy
A clown in someone else’s play
[Chorus]
I’m tired of the game
Of giving till it aches
The smile I wear is fake
But you don’t see the cracks
I’m tired of the game
Of bending till I break
[Verse 2]
You only knock when you’re drowning
But my heart’s not a lifeboat
No
I’m not the light in your tunnel
When the dark starts to grow
[Prechorus]
I’ve been the mirror for your shine
But my reflection’s fading gray
[Chorus]
I’m tired of the game
Of giving till it aches
The smile I wear is fake
But you don’t see the cracks
I’m tired of the game
Of bending till I break

pop, bass-driven, fake, slow, emotional; male vocals; layered harmonies with subtle synth pads for atmosphere