You told me i was the apple of your eyes
that you would love me till die, and that
if loving me was a crime you would rather
be a prisoner, than stop loving me.
Every kiss you gave me made me fall in love
with you, i thought we had something special,
i thought our love was real, but i stand on this
lonely road, hoping you would come back to me.
I stand here day after day
week after week,
year after year,
heartbroken,
Still hoping,
and still holding on
to your PROMISES.
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