Another meeting, another sign, Another headline stealing all my time, Another vigil, another candle, another name, Another thread where everyone argues who's to blame. I've been marching since I was nineteen, I've been angry longer than I've been clean, I used to burn, now I just smolder, Carrying this like a stone in my shoulder. Tired girls don't riot yet, We're too busy paying off the debt Of every fight we already gave, Too tired to be anything but brave. Tired girls don't riot yet, Doesn't mean that we forget, We're not done, we're just out of gas, Give us a minute — then watch us pass. I said yes to every ask for years, Gave my weekends, gave my fears, Now I flinch at every "quick favor," Every "just show up," every "just be braver." I love this fight, I hate what it costs, Half my friendships to the movement, lost, Nobody claps for the burnt-out ones, We're just expected to keep loading guns. Tired girls don't riot yet, We're too busy paying off the debt Of every fight we already gave, Too tired to be anything but brave. Tired girls don't riot yet, Doesn't mean that we forget, We're not done, we're just out of gas, Give us a minute — then watch us pass. (quiet, almost spoken) I'm not quitting. I'm just tired. There's a difference and you'd know it if you'd ever carried anything. (building back up) But rest is not surrender, And tired is not tender, I'm reloading, not retreating, Save your fucking pity, I'm not fleeting. Tired girls don't riot yet, We're too busy paying off the debt Of every fight we already gave, Too tired to be anything but brave. Tired girls don't riot yet — But we're not fucking finished yet.
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