Ptsd

Feel like things done changed Went to a war fought for my country Came home nothing was the same Everybody knew I was different But what happened to them Pass me by in their car saying what happened to him Like I'm on crack or something Every battle I fought did it on my own Already knew nobody owed me nothing Diagnosed with PTSD mind want ever be back rite 50mg of respiradal every 2 weeks the only reason I act rite Now you wanna act like you had my back all along Where were you when I was in a asylum all alone I guess that's the price I pay for making it home When some of my closest battle buddies dead and gone So I'll stand here at the position of attention And admit I'm not the same no more No wait I'm not sain no more So you can leave your phony concerns at the door Sitting here wishing for the past knowing things not The same no more