Wait... Stop... Please?
I beg you to reconsider
You're beginning to fade away
Already one foot in your grave
This life will get you
Pit you in the middle between lions and bears
Yet all you can say is "shit I don't care"
I guess to you that's fair but...
What happens to us when you're gone?
The grieving mothers who bare scars of your birth?
The hardened brothers who wanted to be just like you?
the sisters whose tears streams the length of their faces?
You picked a battle that had no victor
A violent beginng to an ending just the same
You played the losing game and left a legacy of empty shoes
Your proud collection of Air forces still in their boxes
The jerseys, the hats, the clothes...
You left a constant reminder that you're no longer in them
We too are the victims.
Money hungry, you greedily salted the earth
scorched the bridges with your ambitions
commited treasons with each and every season
You were alone... Or so you thought.
Never did we abandon you
as if you were a stray bullet we ducked and dodged
we kept up with your constant barrage of Fuck you's and I don't cares
Paying the bills you stiffed us with
As we exhale our tears expels
the lower lips swell of sadness
and though we might not yell
Our bodies are screaming of how much we miss you
So be you,
Continue to cast us aside
through pride I'm sure we'll find our freedom
So some day we'd no longer be YOUR victims.......