Soul Traders
Mind over matter
What a sadistic lie
Because i sure feel
The finger poked in my eye
"Get over it," they say
But i wear the stain
Must be easy for them
Not to deal with the pain
I just get so tired
Of the lies that they sell
Trading a moment of pleasure,
For a lifetime of hell.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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