Treasure Island

Emily Dean

(12-11-1996 / Douglas Isle Of Man)

You were my angel


To me girl, you were an angel,
You were my heart and everything u can see,
You were my baby, you were my baby,
And you were all of the world to me,
Now baby, there is no more crying,
Now I’m gone, maybe you’ll be okay,
And I am so sorry, that baby I hurt you,
And I can never make it all okay,
To me girl, you were an angel,
You were my heart and everything u can see,
You were my baby, you were my baby,
And you were all of the world to me,
Look I know I, feel to hard,
And we talked, to much everyday,
But hey I’ll tell you, I’ll take what I needed,
Before some guy comes and takes you all away,
To me girl, you were an angel,
You were my heart and everything u can see,
You were my baby, you were my baby,
And you were all of the world to me,
Now your gone and my arms feel weaker,
Now ones there to make me okay,
Because oh girl! I need my baby,
But hey I drove my baby away!
To me girl, you were an angel,
You were my heart and everything u can see,
You were my baby, you were my baby,
And you were all of the world to me,
You we’re all of the world too me,

Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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