Souled Out

I am soul intruded
nothing's wrong with that it seems to seem
still something strikes me to be odd

there never has been an end
yet there never will be one &
I continue pretending to pretend

I am here
I am now
I am real
only somehow
in the know of a show to attend
I got a soul to bend

can't remember when we last saw each other
and what it meant back then
I guess we were some sort of friends

there's nothing left around
not a single word or sound
rooms devoid of souls
yet traces can be found

I am here
I am now
I am real
only somehow
in the know of a show to attend
I got a soul to bend

there's no point in second guessing
about what the might-have-beens might have been like
there's no point in second guessing
about what the might-have-beens might have been like



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Basters
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