• At times I feel like im letting go
    With the only things pushing me on is impossible dreams and my insanity
    Never fighting for my self
    Always trying to make everything better
    Only making all this s**t worse
    Maybe its time I just let it all drop

    You know I’m sick of fighting alone
    Separated from my comrades by hundreds of miles and the ocean
    But more importantly separated by death
    So close yet so far
    You know it’s sad to see a friend to fall when you thought the war was done

    Everything feels like an old pain
    Just a new angle
    I don’t know why I expect anything out of anyone
    Always knowing deep down that one day it will all come crashing down
    And when no one is there to hear it you know it won’t make a sound

    It’s just 3am
    Still thinking of her
    Hoping she remember knowing it’s always the same
    Hearing of gallant men makes me wonder why I’m just sitting
    The theory of the conversation spreads is all a lie
    No one hears a word
    The only hear a bullet discharge