When I can tell the yelling Is posture I don't get on to telling You lost out When I was away Still sober with soldiers You sold out your self for frailty Cast myself into a part Where you play the saint Crushed by the guilt I'll accept To be sent again Into the battlefield For all I am You're still aware of nothing Here I am Well aware you don't care These pictures always lie Time's running out you say Count your blessings When I can tell the fighting Is posture I don't get onto yelling That's lost more When I was away I filled pain with distance Now everything's closer To the heart Would you ask If I am Happier then I was Or would that seem too obscene For your sensibilities Should I know Should be silent Should I say I'm sorry?