Lead me out onto the dance floor
just one more time before we go
I will wear a mask of joy
to hide my deepest sorrow

You are leaving tomorrow.

You will be back you say
you say a lot of things..
You make pretty promises
with words and rings.

and each word that breaks... stings.

You said that you wouldn't go
no matter what, no one could pull you away.
how am I supposed to trust
a single thing you say?

For some reason I still do...
even if there is fear and doubt.
I will support your decisions
even if they make me want to shout.

I want to scream in agony
that my heart is going through
it is being twisted on a roasting spit
I don't know what to do

It feels like its stopped beating
or that it is being squeezed
every time you look for that smile
that now seems diseased

You...You say you love me
and I know that much is true
But what are promises, but potential lies
until they are followed through?