I'm done!
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.
Ever just want to scream it,
from the top of your lungs?
I'm tired, I'm weary, I'm worn.
I'm scattered, I'm shattered, I'm torn.
I'm done!
...Can I be done?
Is the battle over?
Have I won?
I'm so exhausted,
I don't even know:
Is my armor on?
Or am I in my day clothes?