I have a soul, i know its true
ive seen it leave for a day or two
i never panic, its just not me
it needs sometimes to just be free
it walks and wonders, God knows where
despite your thoughts i just dont care
im still the same, i do not lack
and when i wake i find its back
and then i see you lie with me
of who you are theres no memorie
but like before, im just not phased
your name and face is soon erased
perhaps your stains arnt quite the same
but souless im just not to blame
il wash and scrubs a thought thats cleared
and then your trace has dissappeared
il prim and prime and paint me up
strap on some height and a smaller cup
the lips blood red and nails dark
the hour late it must restart
and there it goes, of out alone
a simple pattern, no pain is known
but il sleep soundly all the same
as when i wake its back again.
