I hate to look at myself..
To see all the pain on my body..
I hate to make promisses..
Because you know i can't make them true..
I hate to hear you make promisses..
When you know you can't make them true..
Its gonna be oke is what you said..
But you know it's not gonna be that way..
So why are you still saying those things..
When you know its all a lie..
You don't even try to help me..
Stop promissing, please..
You just make me feel sadder then before..