You ever sent a man to die. 

That make your life bad, man dying because of you, make your life bad, worse though when that man be your best friend. 

Some get over it, blame it on the war, blame it on the enemy, some though say they get over it, but they don’t, ain’t true what they say with their mouth. 

They heart, they soul, it don’t lie like they mouth. 

You send a man to die you ain’t got no soul no more, heart still there beatin’ but it broken sure, broken sure. 

I used to be somebody, and then I weren’t. Him die because of me. 

Weren’t nothing since, won’t ever be something again, lost that something you need inside to be something, don’t care none no more. 

Being nothing is fine, now my something is nothing.

Sugah