Souls of Men

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Insane what you'll do to call me yours.

Your soul is shrinking,

your mind isnt thinking.

This love shit ain't easy,

it fades.

It's a craze.

That could last years or just days.

Although it isn't what we want,

we stay, just to say, we're happy in lust.

Hatred would just about sum it up.

I want to be done!

We are no longer one.

We weren't meant to be together.

Maybe no one is but it's the best way to say whatever.

We're screwed, 

but staying.

Despite how much I'm straying.

I'm changing,

you're staying the same.

You're lack of growth,

drives me insane.

I wish we'd just let this go.

I can still be there for you,

just not with you.

Wishing you the best is about the best I can do.

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