My soul is dead
It’s gone and buried
It died slowly these past nine years
It was awful
Painful and harried
I tried to save myself
So much, alone
But there is only so much you can do
When the birds eat the seeds you’ve sown
You try to pick yourself up
Brush yourself down
But then you look around you
All you see are frowns
No one is happy here in this place
The house is a mess, no it’s a disgrace
You try to smile and spur them on
To pick themselves up and sing a happy song
But they frown harder still and scream for silence
It’s funny to think I chose this over violence
It’s a funny old world
But I do not laugh
I’ve not had a life, not even half
I’ve tried to pull through all the shit and decay
I’ve done it alone but I’m covered in heavy clay
Of the burdens of my choices
The ones I thought best
But instead the path I fell to
Was an utter mess
It’s weighing me down
All this clay
I am growing tired to fight or play
I just can’t cope anymore alone
I’m just not happy in my own home
I need to try harder I guess
But I feel weak, drowned in mess
I don’t have the spark anymore to try
I only wish that I could die
I need to start again
In another life
I can’t go on
But at least I tried