Just Tired

There is no rest for the weary- and I am the weary,
Tired of living, tired of being me.
Weary of hiding inside a strong shell,
When deep down inside, I just want to be free.

There's no comfort for the crying- and I am the crying,
Weeping so bitterly, I've lost the way,
Weeping from loneliness, sadness and sorrow,
When still I just have to live on one more day.

There's no peace for the angry- I am so angry!
So sick of being treated like I don't belong,
I'm on the outside- alone on the outside,
And I know that the road up ahead is too long.