I'm sick of making promises,
They only get broken.
So I'm done with promises,
Because I can't keep them anymore.
Maybe that's a good thing,
Maybe its ok?
Because then if I hadn't promised
I'd stop completely,
I wouldn't see the pain
On your face today?
I stare at my skin,
Scarred and bleeding,
And I'm tired of promises.
I'm sick of seeing the disappointment
On your beautiful face.
So I won't make anymore of them.
That way you won't be surprised
When they break...
And maybe you won't be surprised
When I don't wake up
Because I never promised I would...