Why do i sit why do i think.
Why do i smoke why do i drink.
I guess it's because i have no hope.
A heart that's hurt is one that's broke.
My soul is weary my dreams are dead.
My thoughts keep rushing through my head.
I reflect on my past on what i do
On all the things i dream of to.
My mother she nursed me when i was birthed.
My father he loved me when i was hurt.
My brothers they showed me right from wrong
how to fight and stay so strong.
The army showed me *******.
How to block out what i feel.
How to sit and speak of silence.
How to turn fear into dead cold violence.
The devil taught me how to steal how to hate and make a deal.
Jesus showed me how to love.
And showed me theirs a God above.
The world it turned me cold and sad.
A woman drove me nearly mad.
But in the end it's all the same.
We live we die and love again.