mind foggy heart hurtin save yourself
kept losing my mind til nothin was left
left me laying worthless and destitute
then thrown to the side like a prostitute
they told me time heals wounds, hows that true?
they never had to feel anything I go through
they ain't seen war and they never lost you
so what are they comparing wounds to?
in my mind i've done some bad things
sometimes spill over to real scenes
haunted by memories and bad dreams
never forgive myself still hear her screams
