Treasure Island

layla joseph

(10 06 1988 / cairns)

piece by piece


piece by piece we loose
because u turned away
piece by piece we die
because u lost ur way
so
we can no longer hold that friendship
so close and dear to our hearts
we can no longer hold that friendship
because we let us grow apart
so
piece by piece we stand
watching it all slip away
piece by piece we cry
watching all those memories fade away
as
we can no longer hold that friendship
hidden in our hearts
we can no longer hold that friendship
hidden in the dark
so
piece by piece we shatter
our life lines torn apart
piece by piece we walk away
watching it all die
as the others torn apart

Submitted: Sunday, October 05, 2008

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