Treasure Island

Casandra Vice


Contradiction.


Jumping up at the first gleam of something bright,
You say those eyes are your world today.

ohhh,
Now you're starring back shaking your head,
Saying those eyes never meant a thing.

Contradictions can break your soul,
Just as quick as the gleam you once saw,
Now you are saying those eyes have you hooked like never before,
But it's all lies.

She had read right through,
Right through your heart from the start.

Now you are a fool,
You are a fool for believing you could ever play her,
Ohh she's smarter then you'll ever give her credit for,
So open your eyes and realize your lies,
They just are not worth the time of day.

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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