I'm sorry to say this to everyone
I hate the war, or how this country is run...
You lie on your bed
Head heavy, nauseous, dizzy...
For everything they say...
we must still fight and defend...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
Strange these feelings I'm feeling
Strange are these days that are passing...
Somewhere theres a man
Thinking of his child...
Red, white, and blue she stands
Adorned with stars...
He was dancing, through and through
To a rhythm no one knew...
When I look up at the sky,
I some how see your face...
After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...
I'm sure I've changed not for the good
I mean after five years I would...
Celebrate this endless love
Throw confetti in the air...