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So...I'm writing you this letter between rests'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chestAnd I don't got the energy to dress myselfAnd I can't walk without help
And I...I can't remember why I joined this warAnd I can't tell you what we're fighting forI guess I wasn't smart enough to see the gameAnd that no one's keeping score
And now...You would not believe the things I missIt's all the little things that fill that listLike playing with the dogsAnd helping father chop the wood behind the fence
Now I...I'm not sure if I'll see another dayThe doctor said it could go either wayBut I just wanted you to knowNo matter if I sink or fall or blink out in this hospital
That I'm alrightYeah, I made peace with it allMistakes and allMistakes and allMistakes and allMistakes and allMistakes and all