Broken Promises

Broken promises Too many days, and far too many nights Haunted by images that gave me the frightsStand before me with your fresh wounds on display Obscure the truth leave me with nothing to say I’m not convinced and you’re no God and I’m not one of the doubting Thomas’s I’m just the man who’s been here choking on all your plastic promisesYear after year you flashed me your smilesI sat alone while you ran loose out on the tilesOne after one, on to the next without any careWhen your funds ran low you knew I’d be there I’m sure you’ll be shocked at what a bomb this isBut I’m not going to choke down any more of your broken promisesYou can keep on runningLie about love like you’re funning Go from one home to another Live off stories bout your aunt and your motherI no longer care just what your new dramas isI’m all done living my life choking on your broken promises Tim Windisch 8 6 2026