Evermore

A string , a memory, pulling in my head.

The words, pleasantries, beautiful lies you said.

Promises made, so few you keep,

More tears for you, than any other, I weep.

My best parts I gladly gave.

Foolish how I thought it fate.

Now the memories are tainted shells,

Yet still my heart must wish you well.

Though mark these words, love, this vow I keep.

Evermore you're dead to me.