Oct 2010
I wait longer and longer to hold a
singing family.
They let me go.
(Fire.)
They don't tell me about the show.
I'm another broken promise...
...like words can't hurt me.
Today is another broken promise...
Like a much craftier wordsmith
  will never hurt me.
Feeling disconnected from the world of songwriters and poets, I wrote this one.
Written by
Shana Dukes
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