Letra de Opinions

When I can tell the yelling is posture
I don't get on to telling you lost out
When I was away
Still sober with soldiers
You sold out your self for frailty
Cast myself into a part where you play the saint
Crushed by the guilt I'll accept to be sent again
Into the battlefield
For all I am
You're still aware of nothing
Here I am
Well aware you don't care
These pictures always lie
Time's running out you say
Count your blessings
When I can tell the fighting is posture
I don't get on to yelling that's lost more
When I was away
I filled pain with distance
Now everything's closer to the heart
Would you ask if I am
Happier then I was
Or would that seem too obscene
For your sensibilities
Should I know
Should be silent
Should I say I'm sorry?
Cast myself into a part where you play the saint
Crushed by the guilt I'll accept to be sent again
Into the battlefield
For all I am
You're still aware of nothing
Here I am
Well aware you don't care
These pictures always lie
Time's running out you say
Count your blessings