You don't know who you are anymore.
Your past few months of living
have died right along with your mind.
Your soul's going insane.

Can't feel the soft kisses anymore,
The embracing touches.
Don't hear the birds singing in your old playground.

My soldier, you can't lift your weapon
any higher than your waist.
You can't march...you only stumble again.

Your bag's heavier with every inch you crawl.
You look around at your empty battle field,
and see it's now a graveyard.
Questioning what you were fighting for in the beginning, anyway.

Every movement you make sends a sting of pain
throughout you.
Reminding you of what you've lost.

Then, you don't feel anymore.
You roll into a ditch,
Lay on your back and close your empty brown eyes.
They pile the muck and mud over your body.
They're closing you in.
But you wouldn't let me save you.

You said it was your battle to fight, and you didn't want me any as it
was.

You don't know who you are anymore,
the past few months have been torn apart with your heart.
It's not your fault.
I knew who you were.
It's not your fault.

 
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