It’s like looking in a mirror
Looking at you
An image of a soul
A little bruised and slightly broken
Masking the shambled past
With lines to a song, cigarette smoke
And the Rebel Yell Lingering on your breath
If you drink enough your numb
If you cant feel anything
Then nothing hurts
Those scares on your knees and hands
They are the failed attempts of the world
To push you down
But determinism flows freely through you
Proving everyone wrong who gets in your way
A rough tough and wild outside
With a  soft personal inside
Yes this image terrifies me
Yes this image makes me want to run
It makes me want to run to everywhere you are
Because this soul image is my insatiable desire