A soul that bares all,
Wears it's heart on it's sleeve,
A soul that is treated like a fool,
A soul so broken - its left to grieve.
A soul that has been hurt many times,
By a person who's still on their mind.
A soul that's been left to rot,
A soul that has cried itself to sleep a lot.
A soul who needs help to break free,
As it's trapped inside a body - it's trapped inside me.
A soul that is not fit for purpose,
A soul who's heart has been left surplus.
A soul that needs to be loved,
As it's been deprived of love and not been hugged.
A soul that needs to find itself,
A soul, a soul that really needs help.
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