Treasure Island

Angela Davis

(1976 / USA)

Anymore...


You say that you love me,
You say that you're here,
You say that I'm not alone,
That I don't have to be anymore...

Where are you when I'm lonely,
Where are you when I'm scared,
Where are you when I need you,
You're most certainly not here anymore...

I know that I'm weak,
I know that I'm scared,
I know that I'm nothing,
Other than all alone anymore...

Do you care what I feel,
Do you care what I want,
Do you care what I need,
It doesn't matter...

Submitted: Saturday, August 05, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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  • Chandan Roy (8/10/2006 11:57:00 AM)

    I loved the way you have fought your emotions here within the words. This is a very beautiful write. You are no more weak, I am sure.10 for your strength. (Report) Reply

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