Sometimes I cry my self to sleep Can’t stop thinking of the promise you said you would keep : We would always be together through bitter sweet You would always be there whenever I’m in need
Every single day seems to be a waste of time Keep telling my self that I am fine Acting as if you are still mine It cuts me at the end of the line
Cursing the day like a sinner Shouting to the sun like a winner Waiting for the day to come at last When you finally say we’ll stand together always….
