I believe my soul is rotten
Yet you say it is not
I see my face, it's so ugly
Yet you say I'm pretty
I think my body is destroyed
Yet you say I've earned my stripes
I know my heart is beyond repair
Yet you say you'll help mend it
Can you really see so deep into my eyes?
Into my soul?
My heart?
Sometimes I think you're blind
Because everything about me is torn all apart
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
I believe my soul is rotten
Yet you say it is not
I see my face, it's so ugly
Yet you say I'm pretty
I think my body is destroyed
Yet you say I've earned my stripes
I know my heart is beyond repair
Yet you say you'll help mend it
Can you really see so deep into my eyes?
Into my soul?
My heart?
Sometimes I think you're blind
Because everything about me is torn all apart
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