Treasure Island

Neil Adams

(19/01/94 / Belfast)

Judging Pain


Look at me and move along
Get on with life forever long
Judge and hate with simple pain
In my life you left a stain

All the names circle round my head
All the trouble which this has led
Not so good but better to come
Until that time i will forever run

Get to the end of so called run
Time to go you had your fun
Let us stay look through your eyes
Feel the pain of our so called lives

Live once which never enough
Just that time which had you rough
One more shot to be the one
To be happy to raise your son

In last life hatred and pain
But just one level of the game
It's over now, love ones cried
Because my answer was suicide

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012

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