It’s like someone saw a part of you,
Someone went inside of you,
Saw you soul,
Contemplated it,
Then broke it,
It’s like as if someone was uncable,
Of feeling how it is to loose,
As if someone wasn’t understanding,
How such a little thing,
Could leave such a big bruise,
It’s as if someone hurt you,
Stabbed you in a new wound,
It’s as if someone knows you,
Who you are,
Walking in the street,
What your name is,
What your age is,
Who your friends are,
Who your enemy is,
And you don’t know them,
Not a face,
Not a thought,
Not a thing,
But they have something of yours,
The stole for money,
They have something of yours,
That you have kept to your heart for years so many.