P.T.S.D.

PTSD

I took the long way home.
Now both of us are alone...

What was taken from me,
took more out of you.

Those same walls.
drove us apart.

But they dont guard our heart,
like they should.

Maybe you just thought,
we were no longer meant to be.

It all went to hell,
while I was serving my country.

I feel those walls closing in on me.
Again, with no uncertainty.
Most the time I played the victim.
You're right, I was a fool.
But what happened to us?
What happened to you?
It's just an urge I remind myself,
put my heart and soul on a shelf.

Maybe you just thought,
we were no longer meant to be.

It all went to hell,
while I was serving my country.