Waiting for every day to end
Hoping things improve
Helping hands to lend
The feelings that I need to steal or borrow
Live in the illusion of tomorrow

The alluring promise of promise
Lies lies lies
The seductive promise of promise
Lies lies lies

A broken man is what I have become
Beyond repair and dangerous to some
Can't quite seem to pull it together
Mostly cloudy is my mental weather
Hey trust me I don't take this lightly
You might be worried and justified rightly
In this life the novelty is gone
I see the truth of this brutal con