• You called me so beautiful, a petal among the thorns.
    Like a little rosebud, so delicately torn…
    We all have our beauty.
    Promises to keep.
    Little lies we tell ourselves as we fall asleep.

    I tell you I love you,
    You say you love me too.
    I say I hate your addictions,
    the pain you put me through.

    You promise so that we wont tire,
    You will rid our lives of stress,
    You promise you wont play with fire,
    You’ll throw away the mess.

    Yes, a promise is so beautiful,
    They’re words to be adored.
    But words are simply sound,
    And sound can be ignored.