"Hey, how many girls have you macked?"

"Why would I answer that?"

"Dude, just tell me!"

"No way"

"Come on, why not? Are you VL?"

"We should not be talking about this"

"Oh my goodness, bro loosen the grip! Its not that big of a deal"

"I just don't want to remember those things"

"Dang bro, why are you getting so worked up? It's just a number."

 

 

Count the broken hearts

Count the broken tears

Count the broken nights of agonizing pain given from here

Count the times trust has been lost

Count the amount of hate that's grown

Count the slams against their exes and the feelings they all fear

Count the anger and hatred

The desperate and broke

Count how many minds and bodies opened up to be shut out in the cold

Count mental disease and health checks

Count counseling; Count Pain

Count all the things that show you why my soul feels so old.

But is my old soul just a one?

A number with 0 cares?

If instead of kissing numbers to count,

If you counted souls, would you dare?