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Promises

  Promises
Promises
You fill my ears with your promises
You say i have grown so much.
Im so mature.
I have earned the reward.
but something always comes up.
theres always a stop.
you talk about how you have to give something up
to keep the promises.
your guilting squeezes me till i cant take no more.
i give in i give up.
i let go of the promise.
1 promise broken how many more?
promises
promises
you fill my ears with your promises
You swear things have changed
you will make more effort
this time around it will really happen
We set nothing in stone
leave it all up in air
somethings came up
you didnt even have to say it
i could feel it
the promise breaking
you wouldnt be doing it.
you couldnt do it.
2 promises broken.
i cant even get mad.
how could i get mad?
its not like you did it on purpose.
its not your fault every time something happens.
and i feel like shit for wanting what was promised.
because that promises has become this big burden.
its not your fault.
i just always know.
its not your fault.
i could tell it was never going to happen.
every promise ever given.
will be broken.
im not meant to have nice things.
i am not meant to be pampered.
i can not be a waste.
i can not make a choice.
so many broken promises.
litter the ground around me.
then you wonder why when im asked a question.
i cant make a choice.
if i ask for what i want, ill feel guilty.
if i ask for what i dont want, ill be unhappy.
where does that leave me.