broken promises
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Lies, all the lies you speak
Empty broken promises
Yet your spirit is so care-free
Why?
Why does your acid only eat at me?
Fragments of trust
Broken, lay at my feet
Your lies have cut me
Promises that you said you’d keep
Are diminished by true reality
Found out that the fantasy we lived was cheap
shivers down my spine
at the thought of you leavin' me behind
after all that we have been through
you made me think it was always gonna be me and you
now, as you head for the door
Dear you,
You have hurt me deeply
Everything about me is suffering
Coated with anger only to reveal the sadness underneath
My Lover,
It all started
with a promise
A promise, a wish
a dream, a thought
this all started
with a promise
They all say i look just like youBut not knowing you made me who i am today I never really bothered to ask why you wouldn't stay Whyd you turn your back?Whyd you make it about you?
To a child a pinky promise is magical,
It can't possibly be broke.
But as we lose our childish sparkle in our eyes
Pinky promises seem a little less magical .
I saw you today, and I was ecstatic.
But you couldn't care, less than ever.
Hadn't seen you for ever,
I was so happy, to finally be reunited.
You just seemed to have forgotten
Who we used to be.
Promises are easily broken,
Trust me,
I should know,
Promises are meant to be kept,
Not broken,
Like broken glass,
Into all these shards,
Cutting you,
And reminding you that
You were my Joker,I was your Harley,We kicked it together,Being chased by that stupid Bats on our date nights.
She's a demon, she's a spider,
Where's the cigarette lighter?
A promised kiss, a promised liar,
Don't approach; where there is smoke there is fire.
A promise is a contemptible thing
Whether by word or pen or diamond ring
Because most promises come from a foolish bloke
Whose lips before his mind have spoke
All promises root in an abstract idea
Daddy, do you remember when I was young and I'd run to you with all my problems?
You always promised me that you'd do anything to make me happy,
You didn't want to raise your children the way you were raised.
No longer can I be myselfSo I sit broken on a warm spring weekendAs every little thing seems to burn to a crisp.My legs are restless and torn from the constant shaking.
My soul it screams;
my skin it sings.
Don't you know
what this means?
My mind cries out;
my spirit shouts.
Don't you see
what you've done to me?
Scream against the world;
