A Promise Marks the End
A promise doesn't mean much
When it's broken before dawn
The shell of love leaves me decrepit
I'm afraid I can't hold on
Your words, they have no meaning
As we stand here face to face
I'm tired of this arduous quest
My heart yearns for a resting place.
This drama leaves me standing
In a place that is quite cold
The pressures are demanding
And I am left, withered, smitten, and old.