Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Ain't It Funny


It was too early for a romance
And already I've received the criticism of the tongue
Not knowing of the true nature of our relationship
Instead it is based on assumption that we're an item
Friends, say that I am no good
And that you're wasting time with me
It'll never amount to what you desire
But that's not how I see things
Because I feel that your just a friend
And nothing else beyond that
People always talk about false information
Should I care what was said? Ain't it funny
Friends whisper unnessary things in your ear
Should I care what was shared? Ain't it funny
You seem somewhat affected, Don't let it get under your skin
You know of our history
Friends always seem to mention
the bad things that I do
When It's none of their business
Ain't it Funny

Submitted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 29, 2008
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