Treasure Island

Charity Buckley

(April 20th 1987 / Orangeville)

On My Way


I loved you yesterday
Tomorrow i'll love you more
I'll love you for always
But it's time for me to soar

I always had your back
I thought you had mine
when you look into your heart
it will be me you find

Thought this wouldn't happen
Thought that this would end
i don't know what to say
All i can do is be a friend

I'll always be here for you
And i hope it's the same for me
I am finally off the edge
Because of you, can't you see?

No more accusations
No more stupid lies
No more hidden secrets
No more unknown cries

See now i am leaving
Nothing is left to say
Don't come after me
Just let me on my way.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011
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