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Someone Stole My Soul

someone stole 
my soul while
I look for
another one

He all ready 
got one 
but wants 
mine to

I give him
my gun and 
try to send him 
on his way 

but he fights
like a mercenaries 
with no place
to go

he thinks
nothing of death
and wants to
blow himself up

protector of anything 
full of himself 
eyes afraid
and empty

stands in the
middle of the 
road and watches 
cars go by

tells me I’m
worth nothing
unless I
worship myself

He’s my brother
but he steals
my soul
all the time



meanwhile she 
calls my name 
and I wait for
the sky to open

i see her 
smile and
think how
alone I am

she sings
songs 
but not
mine

I give
her my soul
but she won't 
take it

I say a prayer  
and shake 
myself
out of it

I dance
but not 
cause 
I want to

I dance 
because
the wind 
blows hard

dying every
day because
someone tries
to steal my soul

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