Exhausted کے بول

When I get home from work I'm too tired to sing Underpaid and alone I lose my will to dream How I can live like this? Draining my ambition While I try to make a living How can I free my mind When I don't own it? Try, I try, I try But I'm so exhausted Try, I try, I try But I'm so exhausted Dream that make our artwork Are those that write our futures Dreams are seeds to sow Futures full of freedom