The truth about a promise:
ive never wanted, ive always hated,
couldnt live with being my self,
ive always wanted, always prayed, and
tried to be made into someone else,
but ive been chained, ive been beaten, ive been broken to be my self,
my pain, my tourcher, my suffering is atonement for my sins,
ive trusted you, let you, hold me,
that was along time ago then,
i bury, i hide, i decive my peers,
to hide, to avoid, to runaway from my fears, promises are tools of pain, no one ever keeps them,
the more i look into your eyes,
the more i know you want him,
i cant trust you anymore, no. I cannot,
no, i cannot,
my heart is as broken as a disfigured child,
waiting to rot,
the truth is i need your help, but i refuse to ask,
because you cant help me, Your too busy with someone else, at one point i thought the world was with us, with you,
but now i see,
its just me,
the loniest road i
walk,
is the one i cry on,
but you cant help,
your already gone...
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