There's no one here
And people everywhere
You're on you're own.

He hated to be alone, but people bored him. Being alone was like being tired, but unable to sleep.

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me.

I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
When you're so far away from me.
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
Because you're so far away from me.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

First of all: I am tired. I am true of heart! And also:
You are tired.
You are true of heart!

Your tiredness has dignity to it. There is no shame in admitting that you cannot go on. You have been on a long journey from the stars. Even the courageous need to rest.

We are tired who follow after
Phantasy and truth that flies:
You with only look and laughter
Stain our hearts with richest dyes.

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk,
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love.

I know you're tired but come, this is the way.

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and — Just tired.
So am I.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

You sacrifice yourself, your wealth torments you,
You give away yourself,
You don't take care of yourself, you don't love yourself;
Great agony always compels you,
The agony of an overflowing barn, an overabundant heart;
But no one thanks you any longer ...

-- social life is fill'd
With doubts and vain aspirings; solitude,
When the imagination is dethroned,
Is turned to weariness.