Treasure Island

Anders Lim


Control


Mistakes come and go by
They stick to me no matter how hard I try
This huge one came and caught my sight
Restraining my conscience, I gave a fight
People around me, I try to avoid
My senses are turning paranoid
What is happening to
This innocent child I once knew
What took him so far away
For which the price he must now pay
Where did this absurd begin
To fill my soul with so much sin
When will it ever end
For this rage I cannot disguise or pretend
I have become a beast to me alone
For my conscience is as hard and cold as a stone
What is this that terrorized my soul
Maybe I just need some control

Submitted: Sunday, September 09, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 06, 2011

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