Untitled (Broken Promises)
She fills her hand with the small white pillsfills a glass with water
What you think of her can kill
If only she was a little smarter
She doesn't want to do this
But her heart is filled with breakage
This isn't about her life
What's right
It's about the lies she made
and the promise she'll break
But she just can't help it.
She needs you, you see?
You should forgive her, don't you think?-
I'm sorry, Helena. I broke my promise tonight.
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