Broken Promises
Trust is a sacred scarcity, hard to give and easy to lose
You know many but trust few
Your circle is tight ’cause you can’t risk the damage a snake may do
You’ve been burned before in relationships, causing you to do nothing but lose
In many people, you call your friends, but the only faithful one is the tomb
I know you know what I’m talking about because I see your wounds; just look at my heart
You can see it if I put down my guard
I walk around with an expressionless face, cold and hard
But, and I’m sure some can tell, those who understand, it’s all a facade
And underneath is a man with a life of broken bonds
Of people he called his friends who were truly his enemies
Some of which he regarded as close as family
He didn’t anticipate such relationships would be damaging
He didn’t expect all the laughing to turn into agony
He was just happy to be winning; he didn’t realize the games they were playing
But then the hard times came, and his friends were nowhere to be found
Everyone wants to be in the presence of the man with a crown
But will leave that same man when he has nothing and is broken down
It’s funny how the shedding of blood reveals the true colors of those around
How, when times get hard, their friendly faces turn to striking scowls
They’d say they’d be there for you
You said you’d be there for them, that, for them, you’d do whatever you needed to do
But words are one thing, and their actions are the proof
Talking the walk is for the false, but walking the walk is for the true
And in a world of lies, there is only the endless extinction of truth
So I get what it’s like to be so insecure because people are so insincere
To be so tired because you’re constantly crying tears
From what people have done to you over the years
But trust there are still good people out there
Do not give in to your fears
You may have a past of broken promises, but it doesn’t have to leave you broken
You don’t have to close your heart away; you can leave it open
You can be better than your past and take back what people have stolen
You can trust again; you can love again; you can take risks again
In the end, isn’t that the point of living?
For in life, you’re going to have people give you broken promises
You’ll have wolves in sheep’s clothing, devils wearing crosses
They just want to use and hurt you, but that doesn’t have to be what your story is