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Every night you wrote another line
With a bloody broken bottle
Every day you wish it away
Why don't ya pull the pin on that grenade ya cuddle

I wanted to believe
Bodies swinging from trees
Struggling to stand
With your head in your hands
Historic last stand of a dying man

I wanted to believe as I
Watched your world crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe as you
Raised a glass to your last stand
I wanted to believe you would win
The war in your head that I did not understand

Every night the questions poured out
Of your wounded eyes damned dark things
Every day you used to pray
Listen to the black raven sing

You wanted to believe
As you were falling to your knees
Struggling to stand
With your life in your hand
The sad last stand of a broken man

I wanted to believe as I
Watched your world crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe as you
Raised a glass to your last stand
I wanted to believe you would win
The war in your head that I did not understand







I'm a veteran of things I don't want to be.


last night, repressed memories started to rear their heads. and then, hit me hard. there is no longer pain. just the voices and a feeling of not being alive.

i get my cast off next week. i will ride again next week. maybe the speed will help me run away.