I'm tired, I'm beat down, and I'm used up.
Left out to gather dust like an old favorite coffee cup.

I could handle bearing my burdens and carrying your world on my back.
But now it seems I'm left to carry the weight of a world that just let out a thunderous crack.

I'm caught in the middle of holding the bag of you.
And passing it off to the one who is going to be your brand new.

I look you in the eye trying to tell you its going to be ok.
But behind the scenes you want to withdraw from me like a 401k.

I don't want to cause any problems and I want to walk out the door.
Even though I'm leaving it seems I keep on getting called back in for more.

I've stretched myself thin when I didn't have to.
I just wanted you to be happy without me and you said you wanted that too.

Just when I think you are moving on to the next phase.
You hit up my phone in some kind of haze.

Asking me to listen to you when I'm not even supposed to hear you.
I'm not longer the one who is supposed to help get you through.

You say you're sorry but it happens over and over.
There are times I believe you and you say you'll give and answer but that's as rare as a 4 leaf clover.

I don't want to have to shut you out.
I hate having to watch you scream and shout.

Cause I know it has to do with your deepest fear.
That one day I'll just up and disappear.

It may have to come to that if you can't let me go willingly.
But watching you make yourself suffer is also just killing me.

So here is to the hope of getting down to settle the score.
And deal with the issues that lay at the very core.

I'm here ready to negotiate at the table to lay it all out.
I'm desperate to know what this mess it all about.

It's like looking for what I need all around.
But I'm not going to find feelings in a lost and found.

I'm tired, beat down and stretched thin.
I'm asking one more time to just let me in.

Before I finally walk out that door.
And all you're left with is to cry alone on the floor.