irishinch

we are the few that won't say nothing right
we are the footsteps fading into the night
nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and i say:
i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
i don't know where we went wrong
all i know is i got to do something right
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i never met a loser that i didn't see eye to eye with, i declare
i stare into your eyes
but you look right past me into the air
what's it like to stand in your shoes?
to have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse?
i take the bottle and i tip it to all my heroes that have passed
alas, you have left us but your stories they will last
uninspired by the recruiting call
independent we stand
independent we fall

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so how many more examples until we break?
how many sacrifices must we make?
because we've all been there once before
and it looks like we've returned once more
is this the beginning or the end?

the last two soldiers on the battlefield
survivors of the war
they aim at one another while their mothers beg the lord
"if you're listening, i'm missing him
so somehow bring him home
how did it come to this?"
so the soldiers lift their rifles
they're aiming at the head
they think of their first love before they take their final breaths
and some where in the distance they hear something someone said: "how did it come to this?"