I put the knife in my heart.
I don’t remember to bite,
Over and over.
My hands forever tied down
Watching your smile float by.
I’m left over.
I don’t want you to be happy without me
I’m sick inside of this cell
That I have put myself in, ,
Over and over.
They say these moments will pass,
But what will I become then?
One less soldier.
One dead soldier.
I’ll always be a minor chord
Filled with endless sustain.
I’ll give you everything I am
If you want it.
Do you want it?
One dead soldier…
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