I often find myself having flash backs or visions to a war I'm in. Where I'm struggling to survive and I can't tell if that's my past or future. But I feel like a paratrooper who got lost from his unit and landed way of course I'm filled with remorse
For what might have been
Had I not opened that bottle of gin
Or if she had just caved in.
That day at the park
The sun shined so bright
But it was so dark
You were far out of sight
When you pulled the trigger on my heart
And tore me apart
Me amore
Whom I did adore
Now but a phantom no more.
