I took your promise.
And inclosed it in my hands.
I remained positive,
Because I know I ruin everything.
But you are late again
And this cant keep happening
Because I have nothing left in me
To forgive this.
Your words don’t mean shit.
When you constantly rip them away from me.
Replacing them with new, consoling ones.
And again.
I take your promise and hold it close to me.
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend
You were going to save me this time.
("dont say you're sorry"-broken)
Copyright 2004 Exodus
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