A promise is nothing.
It means nothing,
anymore.
Only spoken words,
no emotion.
Like your fingers are crossed behind your back and you could care less.
You can lie so easily now.
To your friends, to my face.
Does sincerity mean anything to you?
With your fake sympathy
And broken stories
As if you could understand me.
You can't.
You won't.
I promise you that.
Or does that make it a challenge?