Tired, Tired, So Dog Gone Tired

Tired, so tired, these games, you play, My heart, ripples to the sound, in flute, With exhaust ion, till the fingers bleed, I hyperventilate, trying to catch breath, But I'm so tired, so dog gone, tired, of, These inflating promises, that you speak, In return, it's not how, or why, you prosecute, Your betray able lies, I don't want to hear them, I won't listen, just got tired, so I got ear plugs......