At the end of the day, sometimes I'm sick of taking care of everyone else.
Who the **** is going to take care of me for once?

Sure, it's strong
And beautiful
And poetic
And modern to take care of myself.
Because, woman, and roar,
And I can do it too.

But what about the days when I just don't have the energy left to?
What if I just can't.
Then what? Who?