not about war

i was once killed in a war
into pieces i was blown apart
all the god-sent heroes couldn't care
no one i cared to be saved by

walking through the streets these days
it's rare to look another in the eyes
so i would borrow their ideas for a while
now i know why i'm so tired

tired of following
so tired of trying
so tired of being lazy
so tired of impressing you

i was born and killed in a war
countless battles i fought to lose
i was never asked to sacrifice
i'm no less blind than the blind i'm following

you and i, we've met before
we were the proud soldiers rushing the field
we shot our ways to riches and fame
but i don't want to see you in this way anymore

tired of dying
so tired of my births
so tired of reliving
so tired of forgetting

uniforms were our skin
weapons were human intelligence
the competition for life grew stronger
killing was our theme, so we killed ourselves

now, my leather skin has hardened
how proud should i be?
for i am me and you are you
for how long? how long?

tired of arguing
so tired of chasing
so tired of crawling
so tired i'll be resting






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