I bought two tickets to happiness with storage space up above
I miss her but she never missed me she never even tried to come.
Scared of my own reality so I boarded the train with no love.
Painful truths paint terrible poetry, she left me lone, dark, deaf and dumb.
I've been on this train awhile ago as I try to remember back.
The memory hits me like in '06 when my friend died in the I.E.D attack
My tears fall to the ground like his burning body fell back in Iraq
I've been home over 6 years with no success of getting on track
My ideas have all expired like the love that was held for me
I live in no prison but a broken heart prevents me from feeling free
I might die young but remember my life and allow it a legacy
Soldier, poet and an outlaw, I left this world more then just my tragedy
