I hate complaining

I hate descriptions, too.

It's so hard to need charity
When you won't even pay money for it
Even when it becomes a service, and you become a customer
Waiting to hope for something, and paying for everything

It's not worth being bitter over, lest it should affect the rest of the world
Because you would carry the whole world before picking after yourself
Call it a sacrifice, though you didn't bother saving yourself
Everyone else gets to make it out of the jungle
But you, Lt. Dan, you have to stay behind
Because after all that is your destiny

You wish to be in the fire, the smell of napalm makes you high
Isn't is so grand, so heroic living and dying in an unlikely little lie

A strong precedent has to promise a better future
Even if someone else had lend a hand