Broken Promises

Unfortunate and weary
Weary woe is me
Unfortunate and weary from the way
You treated me
The allotment of lies concocted from your damnable mind
Emerge as broken promises
And emerge as broken time
You wasted
My precious time
The good lord sent a promise
A promise from above
The good lord sent a promise
A promise of music and love
The good lord sent a promise
A promise from above
I'll be a ramblin music man
Till the day I die
And my trepidation has set my mind ablaze
I can't feel my toes
And I can't feel my soul
Coincidentally it's hard to love my rock and roll
Pick it son

Pick it

Unfortunate and weary
Weary woe as me
Unfortunate and weary from the way you treated me
The allotment of lies
Concocted from your damnable mind
Emerge as broken promises and emerge as broken time
Well you wasted my precious time
You wasted my precious time

That's correct
Lord have mercy



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Taylor Platt
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