Tell me, if I swear to be honest -
Honestly, would you promise to be kind?
Echoes of old memories
Echoes I don't want to find
Make believe it was for the best
Pretend it doesn't affect things anymore
Tormented with anxious attachments -
You traced insecurities into my core
Swore to be honest, but I lie to myself
Pretending you didn't see
All the manipulation and pressuring -
Claiming it was all for the love of me
Empty space is all that should be left now
Growing solid and secure
Really, what's accumulated -
Echoes of all the reasons to feel unsure
Why can't I just forget?
Sometimes, somehow, I do
Old echoes falling silent
Listen, really - I'm over none of it but you
I swore, so here I am, in honesty
Do you think even for a moment you ever kept your promises to me?
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Is empty really empty because we see the bottom of something when we look inside. Could there be something wonderful just below what we see as empty?
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