Jonathan Michael Fleming - Project

I don't wanna run away
But it's getting hard for me to stay
Pressure building all up in my brain
But I don't want to give it any real estate
Kinda feeling like I'm just a fake
But people mad that I don't stay the same
Got these warriors in comments saying
"Stay inside the box that we have built for you and never change"
Track sounding like a circus beat
Pretty fitting, all eyes are on me as I attempt a feat
Of strength, of guts, of will, of luck, I've had enough
You don't even know the half of me
You don't
Had a guy the other day say don't listen to me
He's only twenty-two, he hasn't experienced anything
I guess he thinks that life experience is IEDs
Down range fire fights all being drown out by a child's screams
Haven't been in any fire fights
But I've been the child praying for his mama's life
Holding little sisters while my daddy cries
I'm just trying to get you all inside my mind
Holding a body by the street light
Saying, Mama, if you hear me, open your eyes
Had a feeling but I still denied
Knew the answer I would get, I saw the warning signs
I know I could just leave it all behind
Sweep it under the rug another time
Keep on going, keep on living life
Keep on marching
"Your mama was home when you left," right?
Am I doing anything important?
Every day I get a letter saying "thank you for this," yeah
"You're really helping my PTSD."
And then the next day get a letter about my family
Saying that they're gonna come and harm them
I don't take that as a joke, so let this be your warning
Over both our dead bodies will you ever touch one
Six feet's a small price to pay to keep you from them
I don't wanna run away
But it's getting hard for me to stay
Pressure building all up in my brain
I don't want to give it real estate
Kind of feeling like I'm just a fake
People mad that I don't stay the same
Got these warriors in comments saying
"Stay inside the box we made for you and never change"
I could make cinematic masterpieces and sell them
Cause I write them better
But I am not here to impress some director
I'm writing letters
To every veteran, soldier, marine, airman, sailor
I know that you're hearing me.
You hearing me?
I'm not trying to go for a viral clip, or write all generic for movie scenes
I am aware of the fact, there are people who're going through all the same things as me
But if we don't talk about it, or even offer solutions or therapy
People continue to go their own way while demons are trying to persuade us
But we'll keep pushing for today, rely on our faith, and
("Stick to the cadences!")
I am not running away
I am not running away
Standing my ground
I am not afraid of change
I am not afraid of change
I'm buckling down
I'm giving everything
I'm giving everything
I'm coming in loud
You're underestimating me
You're underestimating me
Tell them about it
Am I even in the right state of mind?
Stuck in '13, thought I could have saved her
Now a Soldier
Thinking that I haven't done enough until a combat patch is on my shoulder
When I get it, I'll set another goal I know ain't realistic
Who needs the hate, 'cause I know I'm my biggest critic
Am I doing anything important?
Every day I get a letter saying "thank you for this," yeah
"You're really helping my PTSD"
And then the next day get a letter bout my family
I am not running away
I am not afraid of change
I'm giving everything
You're underestimating me

Written by:
Jonathan Fleming

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