You know that feeling?
When you’re just waiting.
Waiting to get home. Waiting to get into your room.
To close the door, to fall on that bed.
And to just let everything out that you kept in all day.
When you’re just waiting.
Waiting to get home. Waiting to get into your room.
To close the door, to fall on that bed.
And to just let everything out that you kept in all day.
That feeling of relief and desperation?
Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right
either.
And you’re tired.
Tired of everything. Tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to be there,
to tell you that it is okay.
And you’re tired.
Tired of everything. Tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to be there,
to tell you that it is okay.
But no one is going to be there and you know
that only you can fix you.
But you’re tired of waiting.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else.
Tired of being strong.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else.
Tired of being strong.
And for once you want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved.
You know the chances are slim.
You’re still hoping, right?
You’re still wishing, isn’t it?
You’re staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes.
You’re still hoping, right?
You’re still wishing, isn’t it?
You’re staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes.
You’re fighting. Keeping fighting.
Write yourself a warrior’s tale.
Write yourself a warrior’s tale.

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