Treasure Island

Samarah Essler

(July 19,1991 / Calgary AB)

I'm Not There


Sometimes i've got style,
but still i wont smile,
i just want to soar
outside where the rain is going to pour,
yes i've hit the floor,
going insane
feeling the pain,
i'll go a hundred floors high
thinking i want to die
whens the pain going to stop?
maybe as soon as i jump off
now i'am falling
i wasnt even thinking about stalling
i've hit the ground
and no ones around
i'm laying their dead
with blood gushing from my head
dose anyone even care
they might when they relize i'm not their.

Submitted: Saturday, April 07, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011
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