With a gun in my hand and my team on the way,
I take my shot, sealing my fate.
I\'m a soldier; this is my play—
Take the shot, take it day by day.
In this life of mine, there\'s no choice,
It\'s pain, a burden, yet still my voice.
I should be thankful, not all are blessed like me,
But I can’t silence the bratty kid inside me.
Complaining and whining, it\'s a strain,
I’m shot and bleeding, weary of the pain.
I say I’m fine, I’m good, but it’s all a bluff,
The bandage can only do so much.
Bleeding out, losing sense,
The battlefield is where they say I belong.
So strong, they see me,
But it’s all a pretense.
I want to cry, I want to fight,
To be someone else, to take flight.
Yet it’s a pain, a constant game,
The bratty kid wins, it\'s all the same.
Shot and dying, this is me,
A soldier\'s life, a bitter decree.
A soldier’s truth, a soldier’s lie,
In this battle, I silently cry.