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I'll Become The Owner..
You are calling me,
A waste of talent,
You are stating that I am,
Wasting my mind.
Call me,
On your telephone,
And whisper,
Faith into my ear.
I drink to take off the edge,
I’m sinking to the bottom,
Of a bottle,
Falling.
I’ll become the owner,
Of my own heart,
Someone special owned it,
At a great point in my life.
I’ll tell you what,
Life has gotten bad,
It’s rotten,
Like a piece of fruit,
Left for weeks.
But I’ll fight on,
With a surge in my blood,
With hope in my mind,
With strength in my body.
I’ll become the owner,
Of my own heart,
Someone special owned it,
At a great point in my life.
Ok,
Let me know,
If you have found,
Any grace,
Any faith.
I’ll swallow my pride,
With a pill,
That helps me rid myself,
Of these demons.
Ok, Let me know,
If you have found,
Any grace,
Any faith.
