Bang; another loud, irritating bang
Runs through my head like an overplayed melody.
As more guns sound, I wish harder and harder
For the peace I once had to return to me.
There is no hope that this spotlight will ever leave me
For one, at least one, of the other soldiers here scrambling about.
All of my past actions have been nothing but sincere
Yet these bullets are forced out of me, I have no choice but to act out.
Good Lord please send me back to my loving home
The loss of lives and the pain of seeing others in pain, is too much.
Trying to keep my sanity has never been such a challenge
Feels like I'm losing senses by the hour; no sound, no taste, no touch.
Death is closer than ever, I'm armed but not protected
I cannot help but think any second could be my last.
My hands shake and tremble every time they touch the trigger
My fragile lungs fear the thought of being gassed.
Life has never been so unfair, no one in the right mind deserves this;
To be put in a society where death is somewhat good and relieving.
The old me, the old life I had, has officially lost its grip
But no matter what, I will try to gain hope, and never stop believing.
Runs through my head like an overplayed melody.
As more guns sound, I wish harder and harder
For the peace I once had to return to me.
There is no hope that this spotlight will ever leave me
For one, at least one, of the other soldiers here scrambling about.
All of my past actions have been nothing but sincere
Yet these bullets are forced out of me, I have no choice but to act out.
Good Lord please send me back to my loving home
The loss of lives and the pain of seeing others in pain, is too much.
Trying to keep my sanity has never been such a challenge
Feels like I'm losing senses by the hour; no sound, no taste, no touch.
Death is closer than ever, I'm armed but not protected
I cannot help but think any second could be my last.
My hands shake and tremble every time they touch the trigger
My fragile lungs fear the thought of being gassed.
Life has never been so unfair, no one in the right mind deserves this;
To be put in a society where death is somewhat good and relieving.
The old me, the old life I had, has officially lost its grip
But no matter what, I will try to gain hope, and never stop believing.
