Today my father asked if I was tired; And I guess sadness can really be mistaken for fatigue So I said that I'm not or maybe am but just a little And now I think, yes, father, I am tired of you, of mother, of him, of her Of me, of what I can not be and of what I am of what I want But I will never change, unfortunately, I will never change; I will always be tired Until I can not take it, until I break down and cry And hopefully die So I guess sadness can really be fatigue sometimes