tainted
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He had been poison in her veins
And she was insanity to his brain
They made each other sick
Whether it was the with love kind
Or felt bonded to a contract they'd signed
Knotted by promises
Empty pages that stare back,
So pure and clean,
Untainted with words,
And the markings of my imagination.
Was that not how I was before?
Ignorant, and in bliss
Not caring for the world.
I don't need a big mansion
Nor a lot of money
I don't need fancy clothes
Nor a brand new car
I don't need fame
Nor the glory of it
All I need is love
Whether it's family
A soulmate
"She asked for it" he claimed
They like to place blame
Whose fault is it? Is it mine? Should I tell?
Suddenly my mind begins to yell
Tainted, showers will not wash the filth away
The windows to my soul are tinted
They say that my soul is vintage
I always thought my life was of very little interest
I chase shadows in a pitch black room just to smile
So much love for things that are so simple
