Well if I’m honest, a broken promise

Can’t be the end of all you ever want to feel.

You duck away. You hide your face.

And if they ask, you’ll say “It’s nothing, not important…”

But you could never fake the wrinkles in your forehead.

I want to tell you that I’ve been there… We’ve all had our disappointments. 

I know I’m not your teacher. I’m not your man.

But milk and honey isn’t all that’s flowing in the Promised Land.

You have your drama, and I have mine. But when you find that mix, 

The fit that sticks.

Fight for your love, and give in everytime.

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