I’ll fight my own damn war… I’m not so good anymore… Isn’t that what you tend to light up for? Hug my heart And it ends up deep in your dark But my home cannot be there ‘cause a home is not for me to be scared.
By the strides that I take at dawn, And the safety that I have sown, In the back where we fought so long, You were pulling on and on.
I’ll fight my own damn war… I’m not so good anymore… Isn’t that what you tend to light up for?