By
Bud Lemire
We fight them off, but we can never win
Life's battle scars, has left us very sore
We want to relax, but all we do is roar
We crash the carts, right in the hall
We scare the people, that we are around
We're out of control, we keep losing ground
I fought for our country, in a mighty war
Now I fight demons, that keep coming through my door
I know you can't see them, yet they're real to me
You would understand, if you knew my history
They gave me medicine, to keep me in control
Yet all I want to do, is crawl out of this hole
Break free, of these enemies within
Part of me knows, I will never win
I never asked for this, I never did
I started off, as a normal kid
Along the way, something happened to me
The things you don't know, are the things that I see
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