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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