Battle started
War's not won
It's too complicated
Grab my gun
Is it me you hated?
Let's have some fun
You walk towards me
I'm glad you've come
This land's no longer free
Where are you from?
"I'm coming home" you say
"I'm coming home"
The look of dismay
Crossess your face
What have you done?
How dare you come!
It fills me up with glee
As the gunshot sounds
To see you bleed
And fall down
Battle's ended
War's not won
It's too complicated
I hold my gun
It's not you I hated
It's what you've done
You deserted me
Went on the run

The End

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