Seven:
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you,
and right now, I can't hear anything.
I can barely feel my hands,
My legs are numb.
I feel as if I were underwater.
My vision is turning crimson and darkening.

Six:
I'm so dizzy,
I can almost feel the earth rotating,
time is moving too fast for my perceptions.
In the distance between the smoke I can see a figure coming my way,
but no more than that.
God what did I do wrong?

Five:
My mother warned me about this,
this was exactly what she feared.
Father said to make him proud,
but I just ****** my pants.
What was my mistake? I was careful,
I fired my rifle just like I was trained,
I kept my eye on alert;
yet here I am laying in the middle of this field.

Four:
I remember playing this game many times as a child,
but I can't seem to find a way to call times out.
I've been tagged and it's no fun,
war is not a game,
I'd like to go back home.

Three:
I wonder if she'll miss me,
-why do I think of her now?-
I wonder if she loves me, or if she ever did.
I hope she'll move on, but maybe she already has.
Oh God it's cold, I'm frozen solid;
here in the middle of this desert, nor
the sun nor the sand can warm me up.

Two:
I see the shadow now much closer,
it's my buddy back from camp,
I carried him once back in training,
"I'm only returning the favor", he says. I can feel my body being lifted,
but I can't move my limbs.
My world is getting darker,
I don't think I'll make it.

One:
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you,
but I heard that one,
It wasn't meant for me.
I fall to the floor once more:
I can't see,
I can't hear,
I can't feel.
God if you exist, have mercy on my soul, and for all there is to know, protect my buddy.
I hope they'll know I love them,
take me in oh Lord.

Seven:
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you...

I can't sleep I can't sleep,
while the rain continues to drip;
right outside my window I hear the rain fall,
gliding and bouncing off the wall.

I see it sliding off the wet grass right outside,
I see it slide down the playground slide.
Some finally dies on the pavement,
hitting roughly enough to make its statement.

The clear rain drops fall from the heavens,
so thick and so warm,
almost as if God himself were crying tonight.
But nobody knows why.

I can't sleep I can't sleep,
The murmur of the rain continues to creep;
quietly I let the rain speak,
as it slowly reaches its peak.

I smell the chocolate dirt right outside,
and I let him see me for I've nothing to hide.
The rain finally reaches a standstill,
it has told me that God is ill.

The clear rain drops have fallen from the heavens,
so thick and so warm,
almost as if God himself were crying tonight.
But nobody knows why.

She left me with a red mark on my face,
called me an idiot and a hypocrite,
then said she never loved me,
but hey, c'est la vie.

The other one made out with a friend,
so much for him being the best,
they both said it was just a kiss,
but hey, c'est la vie.

Number three said let's just be friends,
and within a week she was dating someone else,
he cheated on her within a month,
but hey, c'est la vie.

The other one claimed that she was gay,
yet everyone called her chicken hen.
I hear she's got secret lovers,
but hey, c'est la vie.

I bought a rope and found a chair,
I broke a ceiling fan and pulled my hair,
seems not even that worked out for me,
but hey, c'est la vie.

Your name is that of a flower,
but one I cannot mention.
Your surname is that of a mountain,
but one I cannot climb.

You smiled at me with those baby teeth of yours,
almost as if laughing at an old joke only we knew;
and your eyes, by god your eyes,
I could still see us many years ago.

We held hands under a blanket once,
remember that?
We've grown so much my precious flower,
but deep within we're still the same two children,
the ones that ran out and hid from your father.

I still see the obscurity of that armoire,
when we first kissed.
I still sing that Elton John song,
it reminds me of you,
did you know he wrote it?
It was probably about us.