Don't ask how am I after leaving me for months.. don't ask me..
You have left.. But left with a soul of mine..
Don't ask me how am I, while you're holding the soul which made me alive..
And by asking me how, you think I'm still alive?
You think that I can live a life without a soul?
Don't ask me.. Im the one who should ask..
How's my soul? Is it living a life without a body?
Is it living? or just spent the rest of it staring at you?