Bored of the Fight

Bored of this game you like to play with me
Like I am a toy, a chess board
Where your politics rule the way we play
For I only need the truth and your honesty

There are no winners here from this fight
Just two bruised veterans, covered in mud
Will anyone be able to remove our shrapnel?
Or will we stay together; infected?

I ask you a question to discover the truth
But you become defensive and hide it
From me, but I am not blind
I can see the gaps you leave in your story

Bored of this fight, your lies are deceit
And this investment has left me in the red
Do I owe anything? I do not…
I can’t take you back, you have no receipt