There's nothing to do,
I got the worst of it,
I loved you,
But now I just need to quit.
The American dream,
Has become the American nightmare,
Falling apart at it's seams,
I'm dying, but do I even care?
Why should I be alive,
When I don't want to be,
I'm down to the fourth quarter drive,
But I quit for it's too much for me.
If I put it in your hands,
Will you save me the pain?
Will my blood soak the land,
As my tears did the same?
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