they say don’t worry, he’s gonna be alright but she just knows ,he can’t survive.
A bullet in his head, a bullet in his mind but what for , what’s his crime, they call it war, they call it fate, but i don’t know, where they get this hate so just why can’t we “fight” in peace, i know it sounds cliched, but that’s how i feel.
We’ll fight for our honor, we’ll fight for our face, we don’t care if it wipes out the entire human race. now i feel we are too deep in it, its always tougher to get out than it is to get in.
We built a pit, we lit a fire, now we are in the pit ,& we are the fuel to the fire. Alas ! someday this fire is gonna get us all, i am sure it is laughing at the irony of this great fall....
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