Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To hear the gunshots at night
Rounds and rounds and rounds
You still can’t put it down.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To leave a world you’ve always known
To come back with no one home
To be alive but all alone.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To continue to pretend that you’re alright
To wonder why you fought that fight
To look at life through bloodshot eyes.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To be a hero in disguise
Because you can’t enjoy this life
Because this world is not the same
Because maybe you are the one to blame.
You are not the one to blame.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To sit in guilt and shame
When you were told to play the game
Defending a Country that has no name.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To hear the gunshots at night
Rounds and rounds and rounds
You still can’t put it down.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To leave a world you’ve always known
To come back with no one home
To be alive but all alone.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To continue to pretend that you’re alright
To wonder why you fought that fight
To look at life through bloodshot eyes.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To be a hero in disguise
Because you can’t enjoy this life
Because this world is not the same
Because maybe you are the one to blame.
You are not the one to blame.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like
To sit in guilt and shame
When you were told to play the game
Defending a Country that has no name.
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