I think I may have misplaced my soul
Perhaps I left it in the garage, under
A shelf, in a book - I wouldn’t put it past me - it all feels so calculated
Numb, even humorous. Haven't we done
This all before? If I scream and yell will
it seem like I care, if I cry and crumble ?
If I beg with my mascara running - but what would I be begging for
and if after all - if after all that he left or he stayed
i would always pause in thought - was it my acting that made him stay or go
because after all - i am certain i misplaced my soul
