Lletres: Rain On The Parade. Body Bag. Eating Crow.

Looking back, I shouldn't have said it.
The commitment was too deep.
But what the fuck did I know?
I was fifteen.
Made the promise.
Took the oath.
Eight years later I'm eating crow.
Time to be a man and admit my mistake.
Time to put an end to the charade.
You wanna talk about 'True Til Death?'
I'm not thinking that far ahead