Treasure Island

Nicholas Wayde Turner


Drama Drama


Drama here and drama there
Why can’t I get away from here?
You asked me once
But I couldn’t hear
You asked me twice but I didn’t care
Why do you love the constant battle?
Why don’t you jump in to the saddle?
Ride away and start your own life
I can’t help that you lie
We just need to say good bye!

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 14, 2013

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It seems like there is nothing but Drama in my life, and I'm sick of it!

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  • Kevin Patrick (5/23/2013 11:58:00 PM)

    The D word is one thing Im glad to leave high school for, of course some people do not mature but thats their loss. A really good topic to cover, a good cure is live a trully honest life (Report) Reply

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