Treasure Island

Alice Lion


All i got to my name.


All I got to my name,
Is my music
It's all i ever am
and all i will be

you can't take it away
it's all i got to my name
My music is my life
my music is my love

my music is my fire on a cold day
my music is my castle where i stay all the day
my music is home
where i feel safe

It's all I got to my name
don't you dare take it away
it's what makes me me and not you

My music is my best friend
my music is my nae
it's all I own that matters to me
My music is all i got to my name

no family
no friends
all i need is my music

I need nothing but my music
it's what I do all the day
all I can say
My music My music

all i got to my name...

Submitted: Friday, November 21, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, November 25, 2008

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