The wound in my heart 

When will it head, I don’t know 

No course exists for this pain 

No doctor’s found it though 

My enemies wait for me to break.

They open the door to betrayal’s wake 

Maybe now it’s finally enough 

I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.

You fear not God’s wrath above 

Even poison you’d gladly shove 

Tell me, when will you turn to grace 

In front you stand as if you’re strong 

Behind you stab-like you’ve all along grace?

I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.

On my path you scatter thorns 

I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL!

MURODILLAYEVA MOHINUR IS A 10TH GRADE STUDENT AT THE 44TH GENERAL SECONDARY SCHOOL OF G’UZOR DISTRICT KHASHKADARYA REGION.