Soulache
Every touch reminds me of hers
Every compliment from others are hollow
How I long to hear those words
With other people it feels so shallow
I saw she loved me despite belonging to another
And how our minds and souls would dance like old flames
But she encourages me now to pursue other lovers
So I must dirty my spirit with lies and shame.
If she had only believed in us, I could still speak from my heart
But it was over before it began and now my spirit's torn apart.
I need her in my life again.
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