 But it don't seem to see many bullets comin' through See many bullets comin' through Metaphorically, I'm the man But literally, I don't know what I do I'd live for you, and that's hard to do Even harder to say when you know it's not true Even harder to fight when you know that tonight There were people back home who tried talkin' to you But then you ignored them still All these questions, they're folded Like, who would you live for?