25 June 2012
When you told me you were going to Afghanistan, And I told you it was over.
I know you spent every day there fighting with half a heart, I know you fought without a meaning anymore, Like you had nothing left. Until your very last breath...
Your last breath wasn't special, Just another part in your turning cog, You took that bullet for me, Although you took it gladly.
Because when you told me you were going to Afghanistan, And I told you it was over, It was because I knew you'd die, But nothing happened the way it should, Because you didn't die proud, You died broken-hearted.
You died because of me...
When You Told Me You Were Going To Afghanistan • Opuss № I