you make me promises promises
why do i believe?
how know i not you knotting making fake weaves
the grass shakes and so does the leaves
the winds of change the way of things
who we are and what we iz
looking at a naked eye wishing i had a gun
all in all we laughed like kids at all the silly things we did
you made me promises promises
you said you'd never leave
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