The soul of me is all ripped with holes,
Being torn apart by who knows.
I like to ask myself, what happened?
You were supposed to take control and be captain.
Now all I can think about is being buried in the dirt,
Dying full of pain and hurt.
If I can’t fix things now, guess I’ll try later.
Take a nap two minutes later then wake up with a cold sweat.
Screaming in my mind what did I do to deserve this.
I know death isn’t sweet,
But from the mouth of the devil it’s like a taste will sweep you off your feet.
That's the soul of me.
I wake up gladly to be alive on a new day,
But get out of bed and it's like brick walls are in my way.
Bricks attached to my feet,
Chains pulling all on me.
I’m just lucky I’m strong enough to pull through,
But only to make it to the mirror and see “you.”
It's hard making it through a life like mine,
If you don’t yet understand what I’m feeling come see me and I’ll be kind,
To let you journey through my mind and see,
The Soul of Me.