Steal My Soul

As I sit here and breathe I ask why am I here?
And why can't I leave,
I wish god would steal my soul like a professional thieve,
And let me fly So I can stop asking why to an invisible face in the sky,
I'm blind can't hear nor smell,
I want to be deceased,
And say good-bye as I fly from this living hell,
Its hell on earth there's got to be a better place,
When I look in the mirror it would feel better to see any other face!!!