Treasure Island

Salmaan Sheriff

(03.03.93 / Clinique De Lorette)

when i see you


When i see you

Out of Control

And all I can see is the lostness of soul.

Don't know if I'm coming
Don't know if I go
Don't know if the answer
I don't know, I don't know.

Grasping and reaching but
Nothing is there

And all I can see is the smell in the air.

The anger is coming
The anger is here
The anger is knowing
It's all that I fear.

It's coming from me
But I blame it on you
It's making me blind
I don't know what to do.

It's burning me down
It eats me alive
It's hurting me now
I'll never survive.

The anger is real
But I make it a lie
The anger I feel
Is the anger I hide.

I hate u as much as i love you

Submitted: Wednesday, March 04, 2009

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