I pull my boots off,
Throw my weapon on the floor
I cry my eyes out
In my private little war
Well it seems I've been a soldier
Heaven knows I've been no saint
With my camouflage and armor
Cold heart and grease paint
To you this has no meaning
The armistice laid down
The armies all are quiet
And the guns don't make a sound, 'cause you
CHORUS
You melted the steel walls, tore down the bobwire
filled in the trenches, demanded a ceasefire
And now you're leavin', there's nothin' I can do
I want you to know, you're gonna take me with you
Well now feel the match on suicide in the foxhole of my mind
The blood that was spilled in the heartache before
Left on massive scars, that I never, never could ignore to you