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  • Soul Hole

    When did I get to be soulless,

    This empty feeling I can’t remember?

    Out of what I just can’t recall,

    There’s one thing I remember pretty well.

    Try one more time, a hundred times

    All I remember is removing my eye

    And yet you yourself, I’m not sure why,

    But I still can’t remember you

    The cocoa wraps the PMs

    Going ‘round to message the people

    But we don’t  need to talk:

    We follow our desire, and be alone

    Try one more time, a thousand times,

    All I remember is removing my eye

    Light rain settles on my katana,

    And I still can’t hear that dead, deep, voice

    Not having a soul at all

    Well, that won’t hurt you – will it?

    It makes me unable to sleep even still,

    And if you took it out, I bet you’d laugh.

    When I’d try to count all the simple cocoa cups,

    I’d find I forgot even the insults you shared with me

    Goodbye, and I’ll never, ever have it again

    That’s just what feeling I get,

    That’s just what I thought…

    I can’t feel anything, I’m stuck,

    There’s nothing I can do

    It’s just like the cocoa in the cup,

    Like trying to sip that cocoa

    Proving I really had one

    Is something I can never do

    Try one more time, a hundred times,

    All I remember is removing my eye

    One more night I sleep, body wedged

    Between glomps and ships…

    If there really were souls that never get sold,

    Would that give us relief?

    I can’t hope on things that have passed,

    So just give me something to live with…

    When I’d try to count all the souls I lost

    I’d forgot even the glomps you shared with me

    Goodbye, and we’ll never, ever glomp again;

    That’s just what  feeling I get,

    That’s just what I thought…

    The cocoa comes pouring out,

    There’s nothing I can do…

    The hole opened up in my chest,

    Now it’s the only thing that proves it

    And yet I’m still so empty

    My soul is torn to ribbons,

    There’s nothing I can do…

    When I’d try to count all the simple cocoa cups,

    I’d find I forgot even the insults you shared with me

    Goodbye, and I’ll never, ever have it again…

    In the end, I remembered that little word

    Taking my sips calmly, my eyes opened up…

    My eyes opened up,

    My eyes opened up,



    Your ship is-

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