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Leftovers

I was just kid when

Civil war stroked my country

So many people left and

Never come back

Some of them I knew

Good people

Possibly best on the world

Sanctions

Restrictions

Hunger

Broken toys

Wasted youth

But we survived

My parents told me that

Is good that am young

So I can’t go to never be back

I didn’t understand quite well

But I said ok

While I drinked beer with friends

And play guitar

I grew older

No better life

But it was life

Then almost resurrected country

Went into bombing

Again same thing happened

But this time I understood

Some friends were lost

Sorrow

Sadness

Lost hopes

But then again that was over too

Life returns into its own

Normal misery

I thought I survived this one

Maybe I was happy

But surtenly glad

Then call for regular army came

Shit

My parents were happy

It was normal in my country

Until

They heard where im going

Then tears replace happiness

I was called into first lines

Of bombing leftovers

I exactly knew where im going

I went and saw horrible

Horrible

Horrible

Horrible things

All of them I want to forget

I returned back home

That was the fucked up twist

Fucked up leftovers