You know that feeling?
When you're just waiting.
Waiting to get home, into your room,
Close the door, Fall into bed,
And just let everything out that you had kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is write either.
Tired of nothing, tired of everything.
And you just want someone
To be there and tell you everything's OK
And you know you have to be strong for yourself
Because no one can fix you
But your tired of waiting.
And for once,
You just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved.
But you know you won't be.
But your still hoping.
And you're still wishing.
And your staying strong and fighting,
With tears in your eyes.
Your fighting.
