[Mr. J]

i used to fight wars with the most honorable
now their lost from view or wounded in a hospital
i spent years in another country...so far from you
wearing my heart on my sleeve was so hard to do
each night they shot at you as they shot at me
another shot of whiskey is all that I probably need
another shot from the medic would calm the beast
each night I can hear the dead as they called for me
you were my light but for some reason Id always leave
now a part of me is riddled with trips of paranoia
the other is claustrophobic, Im even scared of foyers
as the bullets rat a tat tatted high above the skies
the planes crashed into the only place it was safe...
to run & hide...thousands of innocent ones have died
I thought I was doing good but this is where corruption lies
where the flames engulf everything eventually erupting in cries...
each fond memory turns into another charred body
& now a simple BANG would have my heart stopping
its hard watching a celebration based on Independence
because I fought for it, you wanted it...a twisted friendship
when I first left you told me you would always love me
seeing you again after all these years...you wont even hug me...