big me

i was born on my boots. I was prepared to war,
i was born an old girl and it is what life is for
No fun or relief my clover with no leaf
just fight young girl
just keep fighting

My blood has dryed and it hurts
all happiness seems to blurt
this shit is just a joke
anyway this shit was a big stroke

i should say i'm ready now
but i'm really tired, i have become a pow
im sick to fight
im sick to cry
im sick to look around and see myself alone

if nothing can be done
let me here to goan
let me here to die
but God, be fast

i have tried but, i'm just a loser....