I put the knife in my heart. I don't remember to bite, Over and over. My hands forever tied down Watching your smile float by. I'm left over. I don't want you to be happy without me I'm sick inside of this cell That I have put myself in, , Over and over. They say these moments will pass, But what will I become then? One less soldier. One dead soldier. I'll always be a minor chord Filled with endless sustain. I'll give you everything I am If you want it. Do you want it? One dead soldier...