Treasure Island

Simone Graves


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I hope that bottle was worth every penny you paid
seeing as you sacrificed the relationship you made
or more like attempted to recreate or save
but in the end you decided to drink it all away

i want to be mad at you i swear that i do
but i look in the mirror and all i see is you
if i break down in tears it'll prove what you say true
that i am like her so i stay angry like you

they grow up so fast, don't they old man?
i bet it's hard to look at us and truly understand
just what you missed out on with that curse in your hand
but you cant throw it away and be strong enough to stand

i know that its tough, i fade out just like you
where the light becomes red with the air of the room
can't see where you're going, just feel the impending doom
fate has it's way though of showing the truth

i'm trying my damn hardest to keep it together
i pray and i dream that we could all get better
based on the past i'd say it's sooner now than never
i guess we all make mistakes, but one falls, we fall together

Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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