Stealing of My Soul

Stealing of My Soul                             October 14, 2004

I walk alone along this little path 

Wandering away aimlessly. 

It seems all thought has left this mind of mine, 

And I am thus now all alone. 

A friend would be nice to have right now 

To help me pick up the pieces of my soul. 

A friend would suffice, I say to you, 

For he or she would set me free. 

I walk into the local pub 

And sit down to down my sorrows. 

What a day, a week, or something like that... 

Or whatever the hell that it is. Oh drat. 

It's the stealing of my soul, oh brother, 

That has me on my knees, 

That has me screaming at the top of my lungs, 

"God, look at me!" 

I feel I have no control over myself anymore, 

And I don't know if I ever will, 

And I drink yet another sip of ale. 

What the hell. I don't care. 

I notice the bubbles in my drink 

Popping through the course of time, 

Not unlike the way my life is now. 

All I do is this perpetual drinking 

Until there isn't a drop left. 

No more life to lose, 

And yet, I yearn for more. 

It's the stealing of my soul, 

That I'm convinced. 

I can't seem to make heads or tails 

Or give a shit. 

I told you I drank all my ale, 

But then I walked out into the street, 

And into an oncoming car. That's that.