why does everyone in my life have to go?
me and you, it's a good thing, don't you see?
why can't you tell uncle sam, no?
why do you have to go, a third time to iraq?
you weren't the same, last time, when you came back,
please, put that drink down, and listen to me!
why can't you be the way you were before?
please, stop hitting me, your hurting me!
please, wake up, before i end up on the floor!
look at the bruises, can't you see?
cant you see, what you do to me, every night?
cant you see, come here, look in the light,
heres the bruises, see your slowly killing me.
please! stop drinking! stop poping those pills you dont need!
those pills i am going to flush them, the toilet, down!
let go of my arm please!! look at me! i am starting to bleed!
i am laying face down in a pool of my own blood on the cold ground.
i want things back the way they were before
back to before your first deployment, before you were so hardcore.
i cant believe you would actually hit me!
why are you drinking so much, do you know who i am, anymore?
you drink so much, that no one can keep up with you.....
if you dont stop drinking and poping, i am going to walk right out that door.
should i video this, so you know, just what you do.....?
i dont know what to do, anymore, should i go, or stay?
but, if i go, to you, my promise, i betray........
i dont know anymore, what is best for me.........
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