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
