Even the strongest forms of religion
Gives up on lost souls

Curly hair set free long ago,
I wish them well

Lip rings and tattooed hands,
They aren't here to mend any fences

I'm a broke soul
Looking for a way home
I never worked good on my own

And I need something that doesn't care,
Something that passes me by but I feel it's there

I had a dream not so long ago,
New place and eating my ****** lunch
He comes up and asks if Im okay
I look like death past the decayed

Lost weight and eyes sunk in,
But from even the view point of him
I knew it was pure and good

That's all I have left for holding on
I would give up but I just can't
Find the way to let go

To stop everything