The Face Of Your Soul

That little face you have not worth more

It was your word my life

Today nothing

I see that the face that you gave

It was not real

What was what you thought?

your deal at the end It was always wrong

An invented love that you were and nothing more

There is a pain in my chest that it has your name

Because with him you left

You never were you

I know that the face of your soul

You'll never show.


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