Thief
i soil that
that doesn't belong to me
I steal things
i thought i wanted to be
i borrow materials
you don't want back from me
i find myself under
i never new
i was capable
of things my future brought to me
i try to leave the past behind
scream my soul clean
i couldn't fight it
it wasn't me
could you find it
lost in ***********
i spoil myself
by pretending i'm not me
dress myself up in your love
and find myself crying
for something that doesn't
belong to me
i found myself under
you search your drawers
and i'm nowhere to be seen
your favorite possession hidden from me
misplaced something
under private attire
do you do this yourself?
are you a victim
of the thief?
and you will never know
because you are afraid to ask
no one will tell you
because they are afraid you are trapped
obsessed with human nature
something everyone loves to see
its been lost somewhere
under this place
thief
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