Little bits and pieces; memoirs of the future,
Box of broken laces; stitched up with a suture.
My soul’s meant to be sold,
As the story unfolds-
A sinner has no shame,
I’m the girl without a name.
No bones in my spine,
No morals entwined,
Your truth’s the biggest lie,
Broken wings never fly.
My soul’s meant to be sold,
As the story unfolds-
A sinner has no shame,
I’m the girl without a name.
I’m the girl who fits no locus,
Like a picture out of focus.
When “I” is purged with deceit,
Silence speaks with no conceit.
Yet, my soul’s meant to be sold
Let the story unfold;
I’m the sinner with no shame
I’m the girl without a name.
