Listen

A "promise" is a comfort for fools An open window for deceit and blues Long are the days words had value I'd drink when its broken and salud If I'm not to put my trust in you,then who I'm convinced you know what you do You mean well, but don't pull through I am tired of searching for the broken parts in someone else while you're pulling me apart Only to "promise" to help I can not let you build me at thirty You were supposed to when I was thirteen You were too busy living the lie of parenting to those in which their bearer deceived you to be So you turnt a blind eye to the possibilities of how wholesome it could have been taking responsibility for being there for me And all my life, I'm searching for someone that my mind made a delusion of what I need A fantasy cut short, seeing how cruel reality would hit and force me to take heed Still, I feel like my delusion can be a reality if only I can get someone that's just like me Somedays, I hate myself , and somedays I don't Am I to guide me, get where I'm going knowing my life choices haven't been so forthcoming But there's a voice that speaks from inside when you're at your lowest Listen to that voice and pull yourself out of it Be true to YOU