Treasure Island

marie armany


Where's my self? ?


where's my self?
did i lost it?
did i lost my trust in my self?
all these questions are make me crazy
My heart is breaking
my eyes are crying
inside i'm dying
outside i'm smiling
but now i feel lost like that i'm just
a bird that he was flying he breaks his arms
and till now i still feel lost

when i say that i feel like that i'm sad
when i cry i feel that i sick of try
when i talk about that i feel like that i'm dead

really tired of trying
sick of crying
outside i'm smiling
BUT inside i'm dying
my espirt is lost because
i lost my trust in my self

i wish you like it
Marie

Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009
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