My M2A1 crate is my suitcase I'm walking into my new home These faces don't look the same at all to me Why are they smiling? There isn't a hint of joy for suffering here Even the animals are alive My shemagh is the only baby blanket I know I can wrap it on my head or my shoulders It's the only touch I've felt that is soft These people say they have more? What even is that? So I'm to let go of my M2 browning to set up a life for cuddles? I'm to have stupid talks about what the future holds And now each size of every human I know is going to stay stitched up by nature's seams What is happening to what I knew of me? If I let this home take away my knowledge of then When a new war rages What the hell will I be in? Will I have to be a tortured leader again Or can someone else stitch up my skin Are we going to bleed at all here? Will bullets pierce my flesh? They laugh and say settle down kid, there's no more of that My shemagh is the only baby blanket I know I can wrap it on my head or my shoulders It's the only touch I've felt that is soft These people say they have more? What even is that? How can I trust what they laugh I went through? Will their history books be how they're entertained When these people didn't see what kind of kid I was Will I be forced and faced to show them? So I'm to let go of my M2 browning to set up a life for friends? I'm to have stupid talks about what doesn't end And now each gallon of blood in every human I know is going to stay inside them I don't get to see it What is happening to what I knew of me? If I'm too fucked up, what if they leave? If I ruin bonds, what am I not seeing? If my brain is too broken and I'm too sad Will they only get to see her smiling? Because I've had enough of that My M2A1 crate is all my things I'm walking into this new home These faces don't look the same at all to me What is happening to what I knew? Can I trust you?
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