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What do you call it when you survived
When the last gunshot fires and you're the one standing
And yet you wish you were the one that died
Because flying is better than landing
What do you call it when your best friend is brave
And he saved your life with a cost
And what do you do when he calls out your name
Or when everything, everywhere’s, lost
What do you call it, that blood on the knife
It's dirty, it's dark, and it's red
What can you do without staining your hands?
Let your friend stain their jacket instead.
What do you say to your friend at the bar
With the lights down low and a strong stench of beer
Why do you wish, when you’ve both gone too far
That you’d told him you were glad he was here
What do you call it, the running away?
When it's dark and you're not near a phone
What do you call it, on your last living day
When you're sitting and dying alone