Death Of The Soul
Well, just feel this way…
I'm dead,
inside me.
My heart shattered into a million pieces,
never to be fixed.
Do you hear the cry of my heart,
wanting love,
wanting happiness
that would never cross my path.
The soul trudges behind the body,
tired and weary.
inside me.
My heart shattered into a million pieces,
never to be fixed.
Do you hear the cry of my heart,
wanting love,
wanting happiness
that would never cross my path.
The soul trudges behind the body,
tired and weary.
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