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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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