After every battle that has raged
I think about how my life has aged
What have I become, what have I done
I stop running and lay down my gun
But I don't want it the end like this
I would rather it end with your sweet kiss
I sit on the cold ground, sore and sick
But getting back up that's the real trick
You see life is worth fighting for
But half the time that's my problem in this cold war
Maybe I should give up on this game called life
Now that all I have to fight is myself and a knife
I don't know why I have to be strong everyday
It's all been feeling like black and grey
Getting worst and worst day by day
All I can do now is pray