No Weapons Wasted
Where I'm from there are no weapons wasted
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
I held your life in my hands
But what I had left had fell through
Sepia colored skin and a mind so true
I wish you could have made it out of the city
Life dealt you a bad deck of cards
And I know you had dreams to pursue
But what about your broken heart?
Where I'm from there are no weapons wasted
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
Innocent people they don't run
They stick around to see the sun
And your broken promises cut me deeper
they bled through my T-shirt
You don't care how it hurt
Never know what to believe
Cause the truth is never free
Just another casualty until it's all over
Another body at the scene
What will it take for you to see
We need to face reality before we get older
Before we get older
Before we get older
I'll say it over and over
Before we get older
We deserve some closure
Try and keep our composure
I'll say it over and over
Where I'm from there are no weapons wasted
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
I held your life in my hands
But what I had left had fell through
Sepia colored skin and a mind so true
I wish you could have made it out of the city
Life dealt you a bad deck of cards
And I know you had dreams to pursue
But what about your broken heart?
Where I'm from there are no weapons wasted
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
Innocent people they don't run
They stick around to see the sun
And your broken promises cut me deeper
they bled through my T-shirt
You don't care how it hurt
Never know what to believe
Cause the truth is never free
Just another casualty until it's all over
Another body at the scene
What will it take for you to see
We need to face reality before we get older
Before we get older
Before we get older
I'll say it over and over
Before we get older
We deserve some closure
Try and keep our composure
I'll say it over and over
Where I'm from there are no weapons wasted
We spend our time crying over caskets
In this town, there are bodies on the ground saying
I can't breathe
Won't you carry me home?
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Writer(s): Shelby Hall
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