I'm tired mate.

I'm exhausted with trying to please you, with trying to second-guess you.
I think it's the best part of a decade we've  known each other, and yet it turns out I didn't know you at all. You're the tin man, mate.
You've got not heart, mate.
You never made it to the emerald city.
You're just sat in the enchanted forest. Rusting.
Tired. Like me. Tired as fuck.