Commentary

When we were young, we fought and died in the streets.
And I said my good-byes.
Later we were older, we went to war and fought for Sam.
And I said my good-byes.
Then some were killed and bought back in bags.
And I said my good-byes.
After that, we sat around and we got high somewhat.
And I said my good-byes.
But we just had to take it much too far it seemed.
And I said my good-byes.
Now we grew so very much older and our friends were still dying.
And I said my good-byes.
I got so very tired of this merry-go round.
Why did I keep having to say good-bye.