Promises so beautiful they drift away in the wind
Carried away by a gentle breeze into the rainbow
While I stand on the ground
Waiting for my heart to grow stone cold
From all these words I found
"Love you always," you said
This - poison my heart chose to drown in
Sometimes better than living in vain ain't it?
Promises so beautiful they set you ablaze
Carried away by the wind, acre by acre
You devour all in sight with haste
Till all that's left to hear are whispers you have forgotten
Echoing incessantly in empty chambers
Empty words are so full of power
The innocence you chose to deflower
The smile on a coward, a pretty face
Promises so beautiful they came from your lips
Cherry red blossoms hiding little black pits
Terms and conditions, the lies that you hid
You'll be leaving tomorrow, and by nightfall you did
And promises you made are the ones I keep
In poetry and angry words are phrases that fit
But what's the point? There's no meaning
Our lives are no longer conjoined.
Just a sour, tiresome feeling.
Promises that rhyme.
Carried away by a gentle breeze into the rainbow
While I stand on the ground
Waiting for my heart to grow stone cold
From all these words I found
"Love you always," you said
This - poison my heart chose to drown in
Sometimes better than living in vain ain't it?
Promises so beautiful they set you ablaze
Carried away by the wind, acre by acre
You devour all in sight with haste
Till all that's left to hear are whispers you have forgotten
Echoing incessantly in empty chambers
Empty words are so full of power
The innocence you chose to deflower
The smile on a coward, a pretty face
Promises so beautiful they came from your lips
Cherry red blossoms hiding little black pits
Terms and conditions, the lies that you hid
You'll be leaving tomorrow, and by nightfall you did
And promises you made are the ones I keep
In poetry and angry words are phrases that fit
But what's the point? There's no meaning
Our lives are no longer conjoined.
Just a sour, tiresome feeling.
Promises that rhyme.
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