Soul On Sale

Hide me they used to hide me when I was sick

try new things, taste new people while I try breathing techniques

move on and if there's a chance forget me and be free

as if you once felt something, something real for me

I know I'm unloveable and that's how life is

You don't have to carry my burden or my heavy heart

I don't want your shoulder near

maybe I should disappear

would my back hurt less?

if i stop carrying the weight of my own mind

would my chest hurt less?

if i stop carrying the weight of my own life

my soul is on sale

due to fabric defects

could be valuable in a collection of useless things