Promises
Playing all the games that adults seem to play
I don't think I can take it anymore
It's hard to say I love you and look into your eyes
When I'd rather be walking out that door
How can you be so foolish? How can you be so blind?
How can you keep believing that there is still a lot of time
Faith just doesn't cut it when you're trying to get by
And promises don't mean a thing when your dreams begin to die.
Written in March 1983
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