I know that you're tired
I know that you're stressed.
I know that you feel
You deserve a long rest.

Trust me, I know.
I've been there before,
Stuck in this unforgiving,
Raw, high school war.

I know that our passions
Don't always align.
And I know that you can't
Be okay all the time.

But really all I ask for
Is just a little try.
When I ask for help,
Don't just heave a sigh.

'Cause you're not the only one
Who's internally crying.
But the difference between us
Is that I'm still trying.