Handprints

What’s mine is mine

And what’s mines not yours

I’ve never felt so sick before

There’s a handprint on my stomachs floor

There’s no one knocking on my door

Just me dying on my floor

What’s mine is what you like to take

Take and take until you break

The only spirit that I own

You may as well break in my home

And eat my food

And wear my clothes

Steal my thoughts

Just have my soul