Treasure Island

Pete Rivera

(A special place)

Heaven Is Hell Without You


Why don't you come here?
Why don't you see me?
Why won't you call me?
Why won't you free the inner thought?

I have not spoken
In quite a few days
But you have not answered
Have you nothing to say?

Heaven is Hell without you
Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you
What can I do?

You have not tried to
Reach out to see me
How can I trust you?
Long as you don't free inner thoughts

Heaven is Hell without you
Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you
What can I do?

Paradise falling
Into sweet demise
You cannot answer
I cannot stand the paranoia

Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you

Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2011

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