I promised myself no more pain,
but the pain's still deep inside.
Thoughts of future, love and gain,
but this pain I can not hide.
I promised myself no more hurt,
but the hurt's still deep inside.
I'd have no boyfriend, I'd be a flirt,
and my head would be my guide.
I promised myself no more fight,
but the fight's still deep inside.
Thoughts of anger, full of spite,
for all boyfriends who have lied.
I promised myself no more cry,
but the cry's still deep inside.
For no one to hear and no one to sye,
for my heart went along for the ride.
Copyright © michelle reaume | Year Posted 2005
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