"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 its toll Things he knows are mean Things that he has seen Hoping it was only a dream Now he's burning like steam Many things have built up All the years having enough Coming from all kinds of stuff But now it's getting tough His mind hopes they'd see Through it, they would perceive All who have tried to deceive Maybe then they would believe ©Schizology"