I put the knife in my heart. I don't remember to bite, over and over. My hands forever tied down watching your smile float by. I'm left over.
I don't want you to be happy without me
I'm sick inside of this cell that I have put myself in, over and over. they say these moments will pass, but what will I become then? One less soldier. One dead soldier.
I'll always be a minor chord filled with endless sustain. I'll give you everything I am if you want it. Do you want it?
One dead soldier...