Hey, low hollow hero, whatcha gonna do today?
You don't wanna break your soul, but you do it anyway
cuz' you love the way it feels when they smile back at you
But they don't wanna help you out - so watcha gonna do?
Still, you work your fingers to the bone, and it's taxing on your heart
You love to help the people, but it's pulling you apart
Cuz' you give, but there's no take
and you won't admit it's all a big mistake
So tell me, hollow hero, whatcha gonna do today?
When the people come for more
But there's nothing left to give
While they're tearing you apart
And they've sinned ya like a sieve
Will you give away your soul?
Will you let them take what's left?
Let them steal it all away
When there's give, but there's no take
When it's all said and done
And they've stripped what was away
Tell me hollow hero
Is there nothing left to say?
YOU ARE READING
Papercut Souls
Poetry~My hearts sick and bruised My souls paper thin You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~ This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it... So who am I to say so? With love, David Yager
