Treasure Island

One Girl


Trapped


Trapped
im locked inside my soul and inside my heart
i tell you how i feel but u dont even start
to care about me

Trapped
behind my eyes
infront of your face
how could you put me in this kind of place

Trapped
crying on the inside
strong on the outside
how much longer can i hide

Trapped
all because of what you did to me
all because you didnt care
this is what you get

no more am i your daughter
im just a annoyance in your life and im sorry
hopefully you will forgive me when im gone.

Trapped
i am no more....

Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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