How much is your soul worth?
This is the question you decide to ask
As you gulp the Moonshine from the stranger's flask
You close your eyes and see your life in a flash
You sit on the cold, soiled concrete
Listening to the quietness that comes with defeat.
You hate yourself but point the finger
At everyone else, hoping your anguish won't linger.
You feign innocence and ignorance as if all the bad will disappear.
You use *** drugs, and Moonshine to dry your tears
But on nights like this, the truth is hard to shake
So you stay out late and overuse yourself til you quake
Then the moon and the stars shine down on you
And you feel sorry for yourself as sorry people do.
Nothing is left inside of you; you're hollow
You're on your own, you're bent and spent; no direction to follow.
There's no point in asking how much your soul is worth
When clarity has come to you and the answer has already been unearthed.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
How much is your soul worth?
This is the question you decide to ask
As you gulp the Moonshine from the stranger's flask
You close your eyes and see your life in a flash
You sit on the cold, soiled concrete
Listening to the quietness that comes with defeat.
You hate yourself but point the finger
At everyone else, hoping your anguish won't linger.
You feign innocence and ignorance as if all the bad will disappear.
You use *** drugs, and Moonshine to dry your tears
But on nights like this, the truth is hard to shake
So you stay out late and overuse yourself til you quake
Then the moon and the stars shine down on you
And you feel sorry for yourself as sorry people do.
Nothing is left inside of you; you're hollow
You're on your own, you're bent and spent; no direction to follow.
There's no point in asking how much your soul is worth
When clarity has come to you and the answer has already been unearthed.
