Little bits and pieces; memoirs of the future,
Box of broken laces; stitched up with a suture.
My soul’s  meant to be sold
As the story unfolds-

A sinner has no shame,
I'm the girl without a name.

No bones in my spine,
No morals entwined,
Your  truth's  the biggest lie,
Broken wings never fly.

My soul’s  meant to be sold
As the story unfolds-

A sinner has no shame,
I'm the girl without a name.

I’m the girl who fits no locus,
Like a picture out of focus.


Defying my own identity,

Silence speaks where words conceit.

My soul's meant to be sold,

As the story unfolds-

I'm a sinner with no shame,

I'm the girl without a name.