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This song is about my time in Iraq and Afghanistan and the internal injuries associated with war.

Run Run that’s what you are trying to do

I’m the Boogie man, and I’m coming for you

The pain you hide, there is no escape

I’m the Boogie Man and it’s too late

You want to believe it’s all OK

But I’m already in you; I’m the Boogie man – Hey Hey

It’s too late

I’m taking you apart piece by piece; it’s fate

It’s too late

chorus

I’m so sorry; I have to go

I want to be here; I hope you know

I’m so sad I can’t sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I try to fight it, but I cannot win

It’s war; what do you expect, my friend

I fought the fight and did my best

With this internal pain, I get no rest

I try to pretend it’s all OK

But it’s not; please help me survive today

Now here I am with the Boogie Man inside

I want to beat him; I try – I try

chorus

I’m so sorry; I have to go

I want to be here; I hope you know

I’m so sad I cannot sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep