Promises

False promises, she made,

Told me, she would actually stay,

But all she did was betray.

now each night I cry and I pray,

that when she will find someone who slay,

Make promises and say they will stay,

But you’ll find yourself in their twisted play,

Then you might realize,

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You might remember how we used to sway,

With the wind whispering in our ears,

Bringing love in it’s way.

And then you’ll be able to do nothing but lay,

You will also cry and pray,

And each memory would be clear as day,

You’ll try to find back the way,

But it would be too late,

For the time will turn, and it’s your heart that will pay.