Lletres: Antiskeptic. More Than Kind.

Promise of last night
Few hours it's another day
Keys and car to drive
And fade into eternity

I cried myself to sleep
I wished you well and it
Seemed to be so true
A reminder of all that's left
I wake up cold
And sing to you, so

Fallen beliefs

You're more than kind

Premise to a fight
You're leaving in a fit of hate
Strong enough to cry
On any day than today