Broken Promises
Disappointment, I should be used to it by now
It breaks me every time, but I don't know how
I know they mean nothing, the promises you make
Promise that you'll keep them but they are destined to break.
I have built up a wall so high to cover up the pain
Yet you manage to get over it again and again
You make me believe once more that what you say is true
But you always cancel plans and you never come through.
I know I shouldn't get my hopes up that you might just change
But I keep hoping and hoping until it drives me completely deranged
So next time you make a promise that you intend not to keep
Don't bother making it, they are worthless, less than cheap.
Copyright © Andrea Storrier | Year Posted 2017
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