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What sorrows i weep,
What thoughts i keep,
crumpled on the floor.
Long days and irksome ways keep me from the reality,
that plagues me mind, but half the time and comes through in my dreams.
You send them away,
you keep them at bay,
but even you are promises.
Promises that are said to keep.
Promises that make me weak,
and keep me from my dream i seek, so desperately, i seek.
Yet, here i am, out on my own, i wanted you to say it.
That you are here, beside me, that nothing there could fright me.
Not when you stand here beside me.
Yet promises are hard to keep.
promises that make me weak..
promises... I should have known they never keep...