I calm my anger, by punching pillows
The trees around me vibrant willows...

This self-made disease
Stay out of it please...

Numbing silence
As I walk through the door...

Broken hearted, feeling betrayed
All of these feelings coming that were delayed...

The path ahead is black
But I cannot go back...

Some men cheer
As some men weep...

You tell me your different
Nothing alike, nothing the same...

Battles raging, the haunt of death
Fight for your freedom, fight for your lives...

Back to the real me, who doesn't give a damn
Back to the real me, who doesn't really care...