I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
I got a war zone inside of my head
I made it on my own, they said
I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again…
But the days seem long as life gets shorter
We know sex, drugs, money
All in that order
Ain't no structure, no peace,
We've lost our order
Leaving me with anxiety
Fucking up my sobriety…
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
I got a war zone inside of my head
I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again
Don't stand too close to me
I GOT PTSD.

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