Treasure Island

Gary Diamond

(04-10-1984 / Portsmouth, UK)

6 O Clock Ramblin'

empty pages, open words and a bottle of whatever you've got.
you've always been pretentious, aspire to something i'm not.
i'll be the one to break you.
to bring you to your knees.
so don't feed your desires.
and you're not free to do as you please.

i will take control, make sure what you thought was right.
dissolve into a simple image, then i will see your plight.
clear as day, plain as can be, whatever you want.

but you don't want my simple dreams.
and you can feel the strain.
kicking at your heels, makes you feel drained.

i'll be the one to fight you.
drag you down where you don't go.
i'll be the one to smite you.
but you can leave any time i swear.

Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2008
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