Tasting lino for the evening
Stomach turning, I'm heaving
Years in black bags
Stripping photo albums bare
Take care of tight binds
Scared of what I might find
And how I'll react
From when a once honest promise
Became another broken pact
"How could you say you'd never leave me, while walking away?"
It's true, we changed
But all that I can seem to do is blame you
Even though it's all in vain