Soulless
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Here I walk, alone,
Down a cobblestone road.
Here I walk, alone,
Left with my hollow thoughts.
Here I walk, alone,
Wondering what to do.
I can't go back home,
Not after what happened.
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.
Something's wrong there.
No matter how much it shines,
I always see darkness
where truth lies.
It's like a dark crystal
etched somewhere in the back
of my mind
surrounded by emptiness.
