i believe i'm not alone.
well here we are, 16 weeks in and stuck at airborne school. in 21 days, i plan on flying back into detroit; this time to stay a while. at this point, my biggest worry is getting injured. strong winds have a tendency to pull soldiers back into the 250 foot tower when they're released, and the jumps... hmm. i'm coming home, whether my legs work or not. i guess a lot of grunts get injured this way. the physical fitness shouldn't be a problem, since i just graduated from ITB. it's time to show them marines what's up, in the push ups and pull ups at least. note to self: don't fight the marines... they're recon, and they'll kick your ass. so far so good, we seems to be getting along.
with regards to everything else, keep your chin up. and you know who i'm talking about.. you. it's not meant to be easy. if it was, we wouldn't be talking anymore, or at least not the way we are. "if it's worth anything, it's worth fighting for." if you truly want what you say you do, then you'll get it. forget about eric, he's not worth it, for either of us. your dad is controlling. every man has his glory, yours is just controlling on top of it. everything will be alright; happiness will find you. love already has.
Yeah
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins, they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we'll fall or merely stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Jab it
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three x's for the stone
To break this curse
A ritual's due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun
Pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Oh yeah
No more pins in me, yeah
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no
i love you.