I went in search of a soul
To replace the weak one I call my own.
I went out of my head for the things I said,
When my angered tongue did put to bed.
Write me a song, a slow and sad one,
To help dispose the fluid that blurred my vision.
Call me a coward, fill me with insults,
I will not utter a word, my tolerance is not salt.
Hit me, break me, cage me-
Save me from the enemy I can be;
How can my veins ever conquer their thirst?
My heart is hurt, it’s too weak to work in haste.
I went in search of a soul when it was hot and cold,
But was told to go, my soul is my home and own.