Treasure Island

Brooke Lynn Moore

(January 1,1991 / Arizona)

Without You


When I think of love
You come to mind
You're what I'm thinking of
All of the time

I hate to sneak around
But we have no other choice
We live in a small town
Where when there's a secret there's alot of noise

But let me tell you
That you are worth every bit
I don't have a clue
How I ever lived
Without you

I've had a rough life
But that all went away
When you came into mine
You never failed to say

I have the key, and you have the lock
Put 'em together and you're all mine
From this day forward our lives will rock
I could never see spending my life
Without you

Submitted: Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Edited: Monday, November 01, 2010
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