Picnic at the graveyard

I sit next to your all your broken promises hoping one day you will fulfill them. My life is like a graveyard of promises and that is where I stay laying staring at the stars hoping one day you fulfill your promises promises that I hope will come true. Wishing on a shooting star it marks the 99th promise you made to me. There's two ways you can go, fulfill, your promises or say i'll do it tomorrow tomorrow that is always years away. When you make your promise, keep your promise because if you don't people like me we'll be waiting on you.


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