I thought I was strong. Steady as stone. Carrying principles, I believed were my own. The words came. They tore through my skin. Each line a blade. Carving doubts from within. They pointed to flaws I didn’t know were me. A reflection of someone, I didn't think was me. I thought I knew who I was, but now I'm unclear. Am I a hero, or the thing I most fear? A good man goes to war—against his own mind, Fighting battles where no victory’s kind. I’m fractured, I’m hollow, my soul is unsure. Was I a good man? I’m not certain anymore. When a good man goes to war… Every belief feels heavy with doubt. Every value crumbles, as I sort them out. Did I earn the love that I held so tight? Or was I blind to the ways I fell short? Their words echo louder. Louder than my own defence, I’m left questioning my very existence. I gave what I had, but was it sincere? Or was I hiding behind what I needed to hear? A good man goes to war—against his own mind, Fighting battles where no victory’s kind. I’m fractured, I’m hollow, my soul is unsure, Was I a good man? I’m not certain anymore. When a good man goes to war… Do I start over? Do I deserve to? Can I rebuild, or am I just untrue? Do I deserve love? Did they deserve pain? Is this just one perspective, a storm in the rain? What if they’re right? What if I’m wrong? What if I’ve been pretending all along? (Am I a good man?) SO MANY QUESTIONS! My mind hasn't been quiet since you. Am I broken beyond repair? Can I still stand with these cracks laid bare? Did I fail, or was it fate? Can I forgive myself for mistakes I made? Am I lost? Am I free? Do I even know what it means to be me? Was I ever a good man? Was I ever whole? Do I still have a chance to redeem my soul? A good man goes to war—against his own mind, Fighting battles where no victory’s kind. I’m fractured, I’m hollow, my soul is unsure, Was I a good man? I’m not certain anymore. When a good man goes to war. (When a good man goes to war) When a good man goes to war. (When a good man goes to war) When a good man goes to war. (When a good man goes to war) I reach for the light, but it’s dim and far. (Dim and far) I’m walking this battlefield, counting my scars. (Scars) A good man goes to war, but what if he’s wrong? The fight isn’t over, but I don’t feel strong. ...Am I a good man? (When a good man goes to war) When a good man goes to war. (When a good man goes to war) I reach for the light, but it’s dim and far. (dim and far) I’m walking this battlefield, counting my scars. (scars) A good man goes to war, but what if he’s wrong? The fight isn’t over, but I don’t feel strong. ...Am I a good man?