I'm vexed at warfare, warfare

They drafted me, drafted me

Had me fighting under the fullmoon's glare

But now I'm in the trenches

I still grasp at senses

About why I fight or what's fair

So brand me a realist

But I can't conceive it

That dying for peace isn't conflict

'Cause I've known harsh love

I've bled for tough love

Sometimes brave love (Brave love)

Turns into giving up (Giving up)

I've mourned lost love

By the word love

What the hell is love supposed to feel like?

What the hell is love? What the hell is love?

What the hell is love supposed to feel like?

My sergeant, like a father, warned me

A soldier's story

Often ends with medals and remorse