I poured out my soul-my fake soul-my soul that doesn't exist-my soul they all want to hear-my soul that they think should be there. So I poured out my soul. It's sitting on a paper now, my soul. It's on a paper, probably halfway to a landfill. It's out for anyone to see, anyone to read, anyone to believe. I wonder if they believed me-did they really think I'd pour my soul on paper-I suppose I'll never know. I put it there anyway-knowing I would never be able to see the reactions. I wonder, is someone reading it now, my soul on a paper-are they reading it and thinking it's true-will they ever see this and find that it's not-I'm wondering.