“I’m Tired” was born from a moment of raw honesty—written late at night last September, during one of those soul-deep seasons when life just feels like too much.

It’s not the tiredness that sleep fixes. It’s the exhaustion that comes from years of fighting, surviving, and hoping against the odds—a tiredness that lives in the spirit, in the quiet spaces behind closed doors.

As Mental Health Awareness Month ends, and as another birthday passes, I wanted to give voice to what so many feel but rarely say out loud: the loneliness of carrying pain in silence, the invisible battle behind the brave face, and the ache of wondering if we’re “too broken” to be loved or healed.

It’s about naming the struggle, without shame or apology, and letting the truth just be—because sometimes, survival is the victory.

This song is a confession, a sigh, a prayer to anyone who’s ever felt spent but still managed to show up for one more day.

It’s a reminder that you’re not alone, and that every breath—no matter how weary—is enough.

And for me, it’s a way of honoring my own journey, one circle ’round the sun at a time.

If you hear yourself in these words, this song is for you.

I'm Tired

What Happened Whit Us

So, Mi Amor

Nog ’n kalender word op die hoop gegooi,
Tyd draai sy arm asof dit waai en nooi.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Vergete skadu’s val nou teen die muur,
Faal figure, strek by elke uur.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Onthou jy nog die dae
Ek en jy was altyd saam,
Maar die afgelope jare
Kom ek nie meer aan jou naam.

Die son verduister, verdwyn tot ’n donker nag,
Stilte fluister, soos ’n laksman wat vir jou wag.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Kalender

Mr. Bitterman

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is a tribute to frayed guitars, busted voices, and those who keep going when everything else says stop.
It’s not about polish. It’s not about perfect rhyme.
It’s about guts, grit, and that one riff you never forget — even when your hands are shaking.

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