I wanted to make your wounds into jewels.
Instead, your jewels became my wounds.
You never understood nothing.
You thought you where hurt.
It is now I tell you - my pride is what died first.
You didn’t see your victim - the one that you rejected,
When shell of what I was got you resurrected.
My stupid little boy, what you think this life is?
You where fighting war just to get the prizes.
You dishonored a solder for not shaking your hand.
Have anyone told you his went off with your grande?
