You hold my heart and my soul,
You hold my life and my dreams.
You fondle them in your hands,
You toss them around.
Then you drop them,
A million little pieces all over the floor.
You pick them up only to see,
It's not worth placing them back as one.
You drop them again, only to watch,
Them scatter through the depths of despair.
Then you look at me and say,

NO MORE HEART,
NO MORE SOUL,
NO MORE LIFE,

You're left with shattered dreams,
A life which is unknown,
A mind that is the outcast of others,
A body that really is not here,
You're left within yourself,
You are who you are.

This is me, I am what I am.
Nobody to blame,
For shattering my own true self.
The reflection of this girl I once knew.

I am no more.

NO MORE HEART,
NO MORE SOUL,
NO MORE LIFE,

I am left with this girl,
These shattered dreams.
This is what I made of myself,
This is what I created.
This monster within,
This disrupted and demented whirlwind......

This hidious me, this disgusting portait,
This woman, its just me.

Justy