Bobby Butterfield

(Janurary 8,1994 / Glendale Arizona)

bury my soul


if i died today
it would take my pain away
no more in the way
with no more to say

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

take my mind away from the misery
take my heart away from the mystery

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i looked into your eyes
and i saw all the lies
my hate is now my fate
the more i try
the more i die
the more i die inside

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i left to rest my soul
i buried my heart in the dark hole
turn the page
begin the new chapter
i surrender
i surrender my soul

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
bury my soul
bury my soul

Submitted: Thursday, October 08, 2009

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  • Tai Chi Italy (10/8/2009 2:52:00 AM)

    You can't bury your soul! It is too bright, but you can bury the pain, which isn't a good idea, as it grows wildly and can overwhelm us. Writing is good for the soul, so keep writing and feeling.

    Smiling at you

    Tai (Report) Reply

  • Shakuntala Sharma (10/8/2009 2:33:00 AM)

    don't lose control... hold on..and save your soul- there are greater things to do than wallow in self-pity (Report) Reply

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