You lay against my chest, caressing my skin. Whispering promises.
You tell me you'll love me, always and forever.
You tell me you're always going to be here, never leaving.
You tell me I'll always be the one and that no one compares to me.
These are what empty promises sound like.
I know you won't love me forever, everyone always leaves.
I know you won't stay, I'm not expecting you to anymore.
I know I'm not the one, in your eyes I'm compared to everyone, only you are telling me all my faults.
And these are empty promises I'm tired of you making.
Maybe one day they'll all have nothing but truth, but none will be said towards me.