I stood there with the weight of the world crushing my tiny chest
I speak words that I spoke before and to your ears they were met
But once again I’m ignored and you go on about your day just as you did the last
I love you but I’m tired yet you tell me to not abandon you and this will pass
I’m tired and my sword doesn’t fix things and in this life I’m constantly punched
I stand right here before you bruised and beaten yet you can’t see the welts on my heart
My heart is crying for you but when I wield my tongue you remain stoic
I guess tomorrow I’ll give it one more chance despite I being weak
I’ll tell you how I feel one more time before I accept defeat