Remember the war. You remember the war of 1994? When you struggled with yourself, And left your dreams in a jar on a shelf Collecting dust and grime Stuck in a corner in the back on the right. Remember when you fought yourself? Trying to decide whether or not you needed help. Trying to decide who you loved more You or him, the terrible war of 1994. Remember the war Blood and gore Spread across your face like war paint And you screamed out your battle cry For hours on until day became night His words like bullets hitting your chest Spitting out nails to conquer what was left Both sides tried their best To win something that was never really addressed Blackmailing each other with things that were never confessed. What a mess, The war of 1994.