Promises
I watch and inside this eyes there's no hope;
every night my tears are out there, every night trying to find meanings that moon has hide;
when this is not bout me? sir one doubt:
Can I ever get out this vault?
Oh...
for you one bond, always;
one wall between the lines;
one, two, things we can not promised otherwise;
and all you do is forcing against the "I swear"
against the sweared
against the sweared
against the sweared
Copyright © Quiet Speaker | Year Posted 2018
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