Promises are a liar's favorite tool.
It's the last thing they use to get you to believe them.
A hundred lies at a thousand words per minute,
all put into a single sentence.  A million times.

Fathers promise to always be there for their children.
Lovers promise it was only you, and the next one it's only them.
Drug addicts promise this is the last time.

Everything that was ever promised to me, I never received.
Because that is the nature of promises; a tickle of tongue in ear,
a muffled moan of affirmation, and a harsh wrenching of heartstrings.
Not to say I'm a victim of circumstance; I've just made promises too.

So you can promise me whatever you want.
I promise you it won't work.
We'll both be wrong.