Coming home
From a fruitless war
My minds playing tricks
Every turn
Becomes a shut door,
A battered orange
A battered pear
Seems to me no one cares.
I was bad now they want
Me to be good
No consequences
And misunderstood,
Bad blood running
Through my veins
A fruitless war will
Drive you insane.
Hospital days
Giving me sweet pills
Im still dead in the head
No happiness no thrills.