Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Weakness For You Baby


I know I turned you cold
just hearing my confession
have really hurt you so
just seeing the expression
upon your face
have decided our fate

Not a word to say
You've been so good to me
and i do this to you baby
got to live the days
where the guilt i feel
will begin to eat me away

feel it deep inside my heart
there's a weakness for you baby
feel it tear my world apart
i'm feeling scared and lonely

It meant nothing to me
what i needed
was a little love from you
that's when I discovered myself
Caught in the embrace of another's arms
wishing it was you

Can't stop from crying
staring at the picture at the bedside
haven't gave up trying
and this pain from your goodbye
would see the days of sunshine
turn into days and nights of rain

In the morning when I wake up
I sometimes forget that your gone
I have to ask myself
why did i even do you so wrong?
with this love that burns
deep inside me
just give me one more chance
and i will promise
to keep you happy

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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