Enough

He's tired of this game
Cheap shots fall like rain
Still it remains the same
Returning again and again
He has played the role
Of the smallest mole
Hiding inside his hole
The damage took it's toll
Things he knows are mean
Things that he has seen
Only hoping it was a dream
Now he's burning like steam
Many things have all built up
All the years of having enough
Coming from all kinds of stuff
But now its getting tough
His mind he hopes they'd see
Through it they would perceive
All who have tried to deceive
And
Maybe then they would believe
©firefly