All these promises are said,
But most of them just end up dead.
I wanted nothing more than to be okay,
But the ones I loved continued to walk away.
I'm sorry, was I not good enough?
This life of mine is just so rough.
Can I do anything to make you stay?
Will you take the pain away?
They begin to walk away and fast,
And I realize that love doesn't last.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC
All these promises are said,
But most of them just end up dead.
I wanted nothing more than to be okay,
But the ones I loved continued to walk away.
I'm sorry, was I not good enough?
This life of mine is just so rough.
Can I do anything to make you stay?
Will you take the pain away?
They begin to walk away and fast,
And I realize that love doesn't last.
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