they call you brother when everything is good
in them I thought I could confide
but when the demons infiltrated my mind
they're the ones who ran to hide
Infected with PTSD and they tossed me aside
Stared death in the eyes too many times
Told too many families their loved ones had died
Alone and confused I sit and cry
Survivors guilt, I shouldve died
Brotherhood, that word is filled with lies
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