Treasure Island

jon terry

(Bristol UK)

The Two You's


Was it you that I fell for
Gave my soul right from the start
Or was it her that tricked me
Not considering my heart

Was it you that wanted children
Put our family on the map
Or was it her intention
To hold me in her trap

Do you know the other
That lives inside your head
Does it make you worry
With all the things she said

Which one did I marry
Support for all this time
Always saying sorry
And that blame was always mine


I hope that now we're over
You can leave that girl behind
So she can't hurt another
And only know the girl who's kind

Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 27, 2012

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