My life is a war
I am a soldier
But I have no weapons
And bombs just keep coming

I'm always running
The path seems endless
But somehow I know
That there will be a dead end

I'm trying to get away
From all the enemy soldiers
But what good will it do
When I know that there are battleships awaiting for me?

All I could hear are gunshots
All I could feel is pain
All I could see is death
Creeping out of every corner

No matter how hard I fight back
The wounds will never heal
And they will make me weak
But what's the point of hurting me,
When I am already defeated?