Treasure Island

Felicia McDaniel


Me


Someone save me
I need to be free

where am I coming from?
who have I become?

let me out from here
im speakin in your ear

can you hear me? im sreaming!
can you see my face streaming?

guess no one wants to hear
what I have to fear

this life is unwanted
my dreams are haunted

whyd you have to go do that?
how can you even call me brat?

you hurt me inside
took away my pride

you, you should go
you are now my greatest foe

let me live my life
don't you ever call me wife

I don't want to be yours
I cant even imagine years

you left me broken
theres nothing to be spoken

I found someone else whose perfect
hope you know you're not worth it

I hope you start to cry
and feel the want to die

like you made me
but guess what, im finally free.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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