He stole my soul,

Turning my heart of gold into nothing but coal,

You'd think I'd miss the old me but truth is she is someone I could never be,

She was just a little too weak,

My soul is his to keep.

Sometimes I can still hear my heart weep as I'm slowly covering the rest of her with concrete,

Letting her believe I'm only putting her to sleep but the truth is...

I'm burying her six feet deep.

Best part is no one can see,

How I'm soulless and I barely even sleep.

Who has time to sleep?

Who has time to dream?

A constant reminder of why your soul will never yours to keep,

You let him in just to watch him leave.

Ripped my heart out of my chest as I watched it bleed to death,

Forever I shall be SOULLESS. 


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