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Broken Promises
Living is just a chore.
Another broken promise.
That's all you know how to do.
Promises broken everyday
Not to much to look forward to.
Oh, so torn apart inside.
Tears rolling down my face.
I wait on you hand and foot.
Give you everything you want.
I get nothing in return.
My suggestions or affection, seem not to
matter to you. "Not right now" is all I get.
You smell that fucking money.
That's all im worth to you.
You fill me with poison.
Yet if i choose to leave.
The risk I take, knowing I'LL never see
my children again.
Therefore I could not live without them.
I'd splatter my brains, upon the wall.
Another broken promise.
That's all you know how to do.
Promises broken everyday
Not to much to look forward to.
Oh, so torn apart inside.
Tears rolling down my face.
I wait on you hand and foot.
Give you everything you want.
I get nothing in return.
My suggestions or affection, seem not to
matter to you. "Not right now" is all I get.
You smell that fucking money.
That's all im worth to you.
You fill me with poison.
Yet if i choose to leave.
The risk I take, knowing I'LL never see
my children again.
Therefore I could not live without them.
I'd splatter my brains, upon the wall.
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