Treasure Island

Rich Downes


(Heart) Prison


Lie about the heart prison which is the devotion
Deny all of this old gloom
Omission of the ways that I am feeling
Guessed that I'm the loon

Even if I can't tell you anything that's new

May it only be this feeling of such a fixation
Even if I cannot yet say
And the world goes dark with your own ways
Lie how I'll pay

Even if I can't tell you anything that's new

Lie about the heart prison which is my devotion
Even now I may brawl
As I cannot newly deny what I'm feeling
Guess you leave me to be the loon

Just trying to work out why I'm not due
For it only seems to start when I'm around you
Just trying to work out why I'm not due
For it only happens when I'm around by you

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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