Soul

I feel my soul slowly deteriorating from my body.
I don't know whats wrong with me,
why can't I be the good man you deserve?
I try and fail every time to be the good guy,
but I always end of being the villain.
Maybe that's who I am supposed to be?
Maybe that's me?
Maybe your the one who can change me.
Maybe your the one is meant to be.
Maybe you are mine,
and that will be better then fine.
There is a thin line between like and love.
But your my dove.
Soaring high above.
Your the one that is true,
and that's why I love you.