Looking From The Other Side

Recruit me? For what? To give me a job that I'm soon to give up So I can realize that this is the part of my family ties where I don't meet the standards set the line Our for honor? Pleading me this persuasive slang where I'm left to wonder Is it selfish to care for my own life? Whether or not I wanna die or whether I wanna fight? Ask yourself the same Did you do thus out of commitment or just to be doing things Don't take a single child from her father Forced to get hurt, oh no but she's hurt with honor A broken leg is always going to be a broken leg Cause at the end of the day the same tears shed No matter if its from active duty or acting rudely Or is it for the money? Money can't buy my happiness Leading me into a world of contracted confinement Telling me all the beautiful things that will slowly throw my life down the drain The sharp knife of a short life Have you yet to tell me about the anxiety disorders? Or better yet when you see that dead body lying on the cold hard ground? Forcing it out of your memories and refusal of telling a soul Things left in your heart of memories untold So again, recruit me for what? Because I have a better chance of survival if I shot myself at home in the foot Recruit me now and I'll die later I rather stay home where I can savor the flavor..