Talk To Me

Hey, are you okay?

I don't know...

Just a bad day?

I, honestly, don't know

I can't really put it into words

Talk to me, I'll put it together

I'm tired... tired of the weather

Tired of being tired?

I feel like I'm in a drought

Yeah... You feel like you're all out

You've been there? Or, here, I guess?

Yeah, I can hear it, the sound of stress

Tell me, what's on your plate?

Expectations, deadlines, nothing I want...

Just a lot of weight

Yeah, I can relate

I'm sick of it...Life's script...

You want to get rid of that weight

And the days I wish I could skip

You question if the end is worth the wait

The tables that don't tip,

The temporaries that only take

All of it.

You're more than just tired

Yeah, tired of being tired

Talk to me

I feel like I've been nice enough

You feel like you've sacrificed enough

A little reciprocation would be nice

You're not asking for too much

I know, but I still doubt...

You're asking the wrong person

Who should I be asking?

Look in the mirror

That's who you work for

Who you fight for

Me...

You DO matter

That's not what the world tells me...

That's not what it told me either

Then who?

It's what I told me

Everyday?

Everyday, out loud

And if you don't tell yourself, who will?

Good question...

You, are the answer you're looking for

Who told you that?

I did, because no one else would

Do you still talk to him?

I do, and I want you, to talk to you

And you can always talk to me too