you promise to stay
you promise to run
you promise to hold
you promise to bear
such an original one
turns out to be a copy
of a copy, of a copy, of a copy
you used to make me proud
then you leave and lie
you make me silly
feeling small and stupid
whatever you have promised
whatever you have said
whatever you are
whatever you will be
i miss the old you
i miss the old you and me
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