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Soulless
It always begins with a huge heart/
To be used over and over/
Stomped out like a forest fire/
That someone you trust and loved started it/
Screaming, running around/
Raging in your mind/
When they pick up your heart/
And tear it to pieces/
To bash against the wall/
Without a chance at life/
Behind the sight of your eyes/
All you see is cold, heartless humans/
Acting like a friend/
Only to turn around/
And spread rumors/
Laugh behind your back/
Like you're a circus freak/
Being abused in all ways/
Because you tried to have a heart/
Towards others and they only use you/
Slowly ripping the soul away/
Becoming a ruthless beast/
Learning to give no one a chance/
To use you as a mat/
Being a cold piece of work/
The so called... Soulless/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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