Testo Punch and Pie

i'm awake again at 4 am, wasting away and going over the regrets/another night with a gun in my hand/then i think of everything and everyone who made me what i am, and what i'll come to be/i can't keep doing this/letters home are less and less/i don't want them to know what i've seen/my passion is buried with all of the other soldiers/good days are few and far between/i'm awake again at 4 am, wasting away going over the regrets/another night with a gun to my head/then i think of everything and everyone who made me what i am, and what i'll come to be... and say my goodbyes.