With your boots tucked in
and a gun in hand...

Theres a house on 24th street
where the people were found dead...

Sure the stories may be true
but all soldiers arent the same...

Once we were so close but suddenly we faded
i was your best friend...

I'm up at the crack of dawn
and rush right to the rink...

Never did i do you wrong
and i was always there...

I see him almost everyday
but each day we slowly fade...

Why is it we have different feelings
feelings of love, hate, depression...

Another early morning, another 3am
another pt test...

The feeling in the morning
a cold breath in the frosty air...

I once knew this guy
he was everytning to me...