I came into the battle field unarmed 

Walking barefoot, eyes closed, across a knot.

Running from bullets— afraid to be harmed

Yearning for thy love yet wounded I got.

How long must I bleed? ‘til my soul worn out?

If sorrow and pain were a signs of brave,

Would catch a bullet for you, there’s no doubt.

still— you shoot me with the bullets I gave.

You aim at my heart and tear it apart

How odd to fall for someone so hellish

That made me lose my mind and messed my heart

Call me foolish for you are my solace

Deep cut wounds eventually heals by far,

What it left us is a permanent scar.