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Sell My Soul

How am I supposed to feel whole?
When you want me to sell away my soul,
When your touch no longer resembles love,
How am I supposed to feel Beloved?

Can you tell me if this is a good touch?
I am only 16 years old; I guess this is my luck?
How could you lie to me so my much?
Telling me you just want me to puck,
Pucker my lips for a quick buck,
But after that you’ll want me to go longer,
Telling me you’ll fill this hole,
And showing me old clips of world hunger,
But I don’t want to starve, and I don’t want to play this role.

So, how am I supposed to feel whole?
When you want me to sell away my soul,
When your actions no longer resemble love,
How am I supposed to feel Beloved?

Can you tell me how to cope?
I’m 19 years old and I’m all out of hope
So I’m swallowing my regret as I’m popping this pill
And from then on my life went down hill
I’m feeling confused about how I feel
And I can’t seem to tell what’s really real
First it was you, now it’s your “homies”
Next it’s this guy- and he doesn’t even know me
But this is all out of love right?
You used to be my shining knight,
No, no don’t tell me it’s alright
Just answer my questions tonight

How am I supposed to feel whole?
When you want me to sell away my soul,
When your heart no longer resembles love,
How am I supposed to feel Beloved?

I don’t know what keeps me holding on,
What kept me loving you all along?
I just hope your heart comes back,
And maybe one day we’ll be former addicts of crack,
Maybe you can stop feeling guilty about what you did to me,
Maybe it can be how it used to be,
Before I became your prostitute,
Before you became my pimp,
Before this was an option,
When all this was just a blimp,
Let’s go back there together,
Or I’m going on my own,
I’m not ready for the weather,
I’m not ready for the storm.





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