I Could Have Used This Song A Year Ago And I Need These People Like I Need A Malady.

My estranged faults

I’m gone,
I’m sick and because of this

My mind
A wall of my own

You let your wall down

And I’m staying on mine

Way up, I can’t hear you

Above this atmosphere

And veil of desertion with a broken moon.

I’m hurting you,

Not helping, no solution
I must be the problem.
I’m sorry, this estrangement and

I’m letting my troops down

A general with quaking knees.
I’m sorry,
The war needs me now.

And I salute you soldier.