Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Just Live A Little


You're staring just a little too hard at me
You're standing just a little too far from me
if it's worth it, Come and say something to me
I am waiting for you to make your move on me
No doubt, you're shy, I can tell so easily, suddenly
Got to thinking, what is it, you really can do for me
I am tripping come take a ride with me
Let yourself live, spend the night with me

You talking about I play too much
I appealed to you, remember, this is what you want?
you bore me, you don't play enough
I can't take when you be acting all nonchalant
All my love is all I have to give
Take what i have to offer and live
life as if you've traveled back in time
before you came to your present state of mind

Adventures that take you beyond your current
The sweet escape, your heart desires, it's apparent
you going feel much better inside
one of the things that life can provide
is the sunshine after the storm has cleared
and everything you have feared
will lay to rest because tomorrow
is a new day, a day where you no longer drown in sorrow

Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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