Promises Broken (Song)

Sometimes the magician gets caught up into the illusion.
Conjuring the truth and the lies into blinding fusion.
When reality gets to be more than you can ever stand.
Your mind deceives you with a mental slight of hand.

Chorus:
I really meant to keep promises in my heart.
But I turned self-deception into a form of art.
I wish I could take back words that were spoken.
And cast a spell to fix the promises broken.

Sometimes the writer believes the written words on the page.
Only reading between the lines can you see the hidden rage.
Just wanting to live out the happily ever after fantasy;
You can't get the words to rhyme together in this reality.

Chorus:
I really meant to keep promises in my heart.
But I turned self-deception into a form of art.
I wish I could take back words that were spoken.
And rewrite the story of promises broken.

Sometimes the musician lives the song and the music.
No matter how much you play you just can't get the lick.
Out of tune and rhythm off; a ballad that's gone bad.
The truth of the blues is you lost what you once had.

Chorus:
I really meant to keep promises in my heart.
But I turned self-deception into a form of art.
I wish I could take back words that were spoken.
And sing a song of promises not broken.

Read on the radio at KOPN 98.5 FM on March 28th, 2010.