Treasure Island

Kyle Robichaud


You and I with memories in a frame
On top of my TV I look at us everyday

Remembering ever thing we ever shared
Remembering day and night how u were always there

These memories we have are stored in my heart
The memories i have are bout us together not apart

These things i remember make me wanna cry
Cuz your no longer mine and i don't know why

I hold this picture right here in my hand
Cuz these memories here are the best Ive ever had

As my hands keep wiping these tears from my eyes
I still have hope in my heart and I'm still gonna try

I will try my hardest to get you back
I believe you are my only one, and that is a fact

Everything Ive did for you came straight from my soul
The roses, the ring, and memories I hope 2 u never get old

In the end i hope your mine forever and ever
But if that doesn't happen i promise ill try to get better

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2008

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