Tell me when it ends

Tell me when it ends,
when I can stop crying.
Tell me when it ends,
when I can stop trying.

My life revolves around a broken glass
waiting for the joy that will never pass.
Surrounded by people, but always alone
while clinging to a hope that is almost done.
Tripping on every rock that gets in my way,
living with the bruises with each passing day.

No one to help me, no one to call
no one to be there when I fall.
No one to tell me when it ends,
no on to tell me where to begin.

I'm just tired of being afraid
waiting to see how I'll get paid.
I'm tired of living with an eye on my shoulder
and not being able to look across the border.
I'm just tired of living,
is that possible?
I'm just tired of hurting,
I know that's probable.

So just tell me... when it ends.