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no i don't know what i've become
a monster behind a rifle
or a hero to the people
exchange our youth for their freedom
and they don't even want it
I can't beleieve i'm leaving
it finally starts sinking
something i've tried denying
something i must face as my reality
It has sunk
I may never return home
I see the stress building
in the eyes of my friends and family
This good bye could be my last
sad realization of regrets I never felt like admitting
unfinished business
and god is my witness
This could be my last
we stand together
but we're all alone
biting my tongue I try to hold back
and shelter the reality
but this is my reality
and is something each of us must face
all of us have thought it
this could simply be
my last good bye |
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