I’m weak like a one-armed boxer
Thrown punch after punch
After punch, I give in I’m so dumb
i’m surprised when I fall
Scared, paired, walking soldiers
We’re all wounded anyway
In our respective ways..
Scientists they couldn’t fix me
I’m so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up, we’ll be ashamed or proud
Bayside; Walking Wounded