Curse No. 4: Mental
They stole my soul
My thoughts are no longer my own
They made a shell of what was beginning
They replaced my hopes and fantasies with doubt and false reality

They stole my soul
I may see ~ but I am blinded
They covered my eyes and then hid the lies
Before they tore everything away

They stole my soul
They ripped the stars from the night
So now my head is dead
But I am living

A/n: I sometimes quote myself on this