Teksty: Morning Again. Broken Promises.

As I continue to try to free myself.
I'm restrained by my own vice.
A most surprising weakness.
That's so hard to identify.
Thinking back upon myself.
I often chose without much thought
Much more is of consequence.
Pure pleasure or from the heart.

Just another addiction.

Will I ever gain control.
Or will I make the same mistakes.
Confusing love and physical lust.
I continue to let it trap me.


Restrained... By my own actions
Restrained... without emotion.

Another aspect of control. Another time I've been deceived.
Another choice. That got the best of me.

Broken promises. For moments of a false emotion.
Broken promises. Never again.