Sardonic, eyesore,it uncalled for,why
Hummingbirds breaks the silence high
Oh poor soul, gone its done
Alone in this weakness, seek for meekness
Save me before it too late
Always obeying, dancing to the tune of it all
Where it seem easy to flow on the rhythm of them all
Oh poor soul, gone and done
I've thought about this but its gone
Only mere flesh doing what it pleases
Save me before it too late
Do you know what addictions mean?
Can I do without it?
Oh my poor soul, gone not burn
Please save me, I will stop
Stop hunting myself down
Addicted to many that I know
Pleasure in pleasing oneself
But harmful to the poor soul
Save me before am forever gone.