Inner Soul
Tear drops from the heart
Purer then the soul
Whats next to come from this world?
She pulls her hair from her face
Seeing nothing but whats in front of her
she sees that nothing changes us,
only influences us
She smokes a cigarette to the face
one after another with no other taste
Shes living just to die
walking the earth for what its worth
She sees what no one else does
so soon and so young
such wisdom yet to come
Run run is all shes ever done
smiles and happiness all forever gone
she wants to be found
but shes lost all shes ever hoped
All Those years she just wanted
Someone to hold
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