I gave it all my heart.
And then I gave my soul.
Can't ask God for help
Can't do what I am told.
Repair a broken heart?
There's nothing here but space.
There' no place to start.
The memories erased.
I'll venture out and find
another empty soul.
They're never hard to find.
They're everywhere you go.
Well tip a few together
and light a couple smokes.
Then sit around and mock.
Caring's such a joke.
No broken hearts to mend.
No foolish dreams to chase.
Just sit around, enjoy
this present time and place.
Sometimes we reminisce
on what it's like to feel.
And laugh at all the cads
who think they're made of steel.
But secretly inside
desires aren't all a waste.
I gave my soul away
but kept a little faith.
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