When I can tell the yelling
Is posture
I don't get on to telling
You lost out
When I was away
Still sober with soldiers
You sold out your self for frailty

Cast myself into a part
Where you play the saint
Crushed by the guilt i'll accept
To be sent again
Into the battlefield
For all I am
You're still aware of nothing
Here I am
Well aware you don't care

These pictures always lie
Time's running out you say
Count your blessings

When I can tell the fighting
Is posture
I don't get onto yelling
That's lost more
When I was away
I filled pain with distance
Now everything's closer
To the heart
Would you ask
If I am
Happier then
I was
Or would that seem too obscene
For your sensibilities

Should I know
Should be silent
Should I say I'm sorry?