Gun under the bed

he thought he could get away

he believed that he could escape

every single day he tries to runaway

runaway from all the hell he has to face

scars and wounds on his back and his neck

takes the drugs,maybe he could forget

all the horrors he seen,the times he regrets

the look on their faces as they marched to their death

now hes got the drugs and they take him in

so soothing in there to forget the sinse

at least for a while he can forget the win

the line between win and defeat wears so thin

put the gun under his bed

he prays to god that he lays dead

all the fallen bled to death

bullet proof hed rather be dead

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