Another.

For every lie that I've been told,

I've tried to tell a truth.

To try and even out the world,

To fix it after you.

For every drama I have to see

Every little white lie I've heard

Things worthy of prime time TV

There's been something I've learned.

The more people drawn into your web,

The more I stand to lose,

The more people to your lies you've said

The less people I'll choose.

Because God knows that I have no proof

That trust ever turns out alright.

Banish those who act aloof-

But I've stopped putting up a fight.

Because I'm done, I'm done

With petty little squabbles,

Petty little quarrels.

I'm done, I'm done.

I'm completely, ultimately done.

Maybe I'll grow underground,

Reach roots through deepbrown soil.

Find a place where no seeds are sown

And let myself turmoil-

For the deep despair now growing there

Is of homeland origin,

And the things I find are now aligned

Are too alike to sin.

Go to now where you were born

And asked what you've done wrong.

For I've been feeling so forlorn,

And I don't think that you've noticed.

So be it if I lose my friends,

At this point I'm sure I will,

But if I'm means to seek an end,

Please- go fast, I'm still.

My roots have taken too deep form

To run along with you,

The tortured soil here is warm

And I'm not sure I want to.

Because having fights is one thing,

But lying is another.

And all the feelings that you bring

Are overshadowed by another.

And another, another, another.

Another.

But I'm done.

Really, I'm just so done.