I sit and type my feelings away
Unsure how to untangle this mess of a mind

I want to sit and cry.
I want to just sleep.
I want to just walk away.

Why do you have to mimic the hold on me like before?

A promise that I believed
A promise that was once again
Broken

But you admit your mistakes
you tell me for the first time
that I deserve better

no one ever told me that
which make you stand out among the past

But can I believe an empty promise again?