• "Why do you treat me this way?
    I'm just another casualty at your war
    But still you have me feeling enslaved.
    For my every retaliation, you had bullets
    To fly in from all directions
    And every time I tried stemming the blood's flow
    You had a knife to carve in another thousand holes.
    They say the head has trouble convincing the heart
    And that walking is the best thing to do
    When everything's falling apart.
    So I guess I'm a fool for trying to hold that together
    And that I'm a naive little boy for thinking that talking is better
    And those were my ideals, something that felt true.
    No matter what had happened, it'd get us through.
    Though my efforts were drained, then wasted away
    Because all you feel for me is crippling disdain
    And I thought I could be better for you
    So I could give you more.
    So I thought.
    Another day, another glance.
    By dawn there was another soldier fighting for your war.
    Now my eyes are closing as my time is finishing up
    Another dead soldier who's efforts for you
    Were never enough. "