• Spiritless
    I told you I was sorry,
    You didn’t seem to worry
    How many times I shed tears.
    It cannot be to long now
    Before I fall and break down
    Ridden with my fears.

    It seems that I was wrong,
    And now it seems I don’t belong
    Outside this box that I have made.
    Our history can be called a myth.
    My soul has been done away with.
    As if butchered by a blade.