(Chorus- piano)
I don't want to be here, (here)
I don't want to be near. (Near)
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
But then I look up,
Through the smoke and fire that burns these eyes.
I look down again—mud on my hands,
Fingers trembling, rifle screaming for war.
My fallen comrades lay beside me,
Their voices haunting, whispers I can’t ignore.
They scream words I don't want to hear,
But they carve into my soul like a blade.
And then, cutting through the chaos, I hear it clear:
"I don't want to be here, (hear)
I don't want to be near. (Near)
Mom, where are you?
Mom, please help me."
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
The words echo, louder than the gunfire,
Louder than the world crumbling around me.
A lump rises in my throat;
I can't cry here.
Not here—not now. (Now ×2)
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The air is thick, choking with death,
And the rain falls, a sickly yellow hue,
Cutting through the blood and grime on my face.
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
From the trenches up ahead,
I see flashes of light, streaks of fire.
I grip my rifle, knuckles white,
Feet sinking into the mud as I rise.
My breath is heavy, my body aches,
But the ground beneath me shakes and breaks.
And I start running—
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
Through the chaos, through the noise,
Through the screams of boys who are too young to die.
The gun in my hands feels heavier now,
Like the weight of the lives I’ll take somehow.
Explosions around me, the earth splits apart,
Smoke fills my lungs, but I can’t stop.
Not now, not ever, not here in this hell.
My body moves forward, but my mind is elsewhere—
It’s with her.
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(hoou-o hoouo-o)
Mom, can you hear me? (Hear me?)
Mom, can you see me? (See me?)
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
I’m still your child,
But I’m drowning in fear.
The rain keeps falling, the ground shakes again,
And I wonder if I’ll ever be whole.
Because even if I survive this,
A part of me is already gone.
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(Outro)
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
The battlefield fades, but the scars remain,
A distant echo, calling my name.
(hoou-o hoouo-o)
Mom, I’m sorry—I’m not the same. ( whispers - Same ×3)
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