Dealing with broken promises.
How or why would you make so many promises to me
When you knew you only wanted to be free
To do whatever you wanted to do
Not caring about the pain that it would put me through
Leaving me with empty promises and words in vain
Days turned into nights and tears remained
While you continued to do as you pleased
In your make believe world that is only superficially free
Maybe just maybe someday you will prove your words true
Until then I’ll continue to be
Haunted by the memory of you
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