Treasure Island

Charity Buckley

(April 20th 1987 / Orangeville)

Moved on


Don't need your love
Don't need your arms
i no longer need you
to free me from harm

Don't need to hear your voice
i no longer need your hands
I am finally finished
taking your commands

Seeing your face
is what i no longer need
having you around
i no longer greed

Waiting for you to call
i now no longer do
my thoughts of you
are now very few

i no longer want
you to hold me tight
i am glad its over
no more stupid fights

I dont need your hugs
i dont need your kiss
it's finally you
i no longer miss

Its finally accomplished
In my heart i've won
It's about friggin time
I've moved on!

Submitted: Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Edited: Thursday, December 09, 2010

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