So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests

'cause yesterday a bullet found my chest

And I don't got the energy to dress myself

And I can't walk without help.

And I

I can't remember why I joined this war

And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for

I guess I wasn't smart enough to see the game

And that no one's keeping' score.

And now, you would not believe the things I miss

It's all the little things that fill that list

Like playing' with the dogs

And helping' father chop the wood behind the fence.

Now I

I'm not sure if I'll see another day

The doctor said it could go either way

But I just wanted you to know

No matter if I sink of fall or blink out in this hospital.

That I'm alright, yeah

I made peace with it all

Mistakes and all.