I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
This is the first three stanza's of Metallica's One. It was the first Metallica song I heard that I liked. It still speaks to me. Obviously I have never been in a war but I feel wrung out.
Wrinkled and shrunk
Tired and beaten
writhing and scraping
pushing and drowning
Pain
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