Have I failed us again, my dear? By saying things that were untrue? Dodging things that needed doing And this damage I have done Is now becoming way too much for me to undo.
I should have changed my ways when you warned me, When the sky turned grey with a promise of rain. Sweet wine into the river. I'll decline. Yet another try to make good on a promise I made. Keep it safe for a single day.
I have failed you again, dear friend. No curse reversed. I'm still unreserved. All white lies in a line of many, Out for blood, have formed an army.
If the first step is indeed the hardest, (It's a leap of faith) There is a chance I may actually rise above this. (It's fighting chance) A final chance to redeem myself.
I'm way too skilled in deception. I'm all too prone to indiscretion.
Yet again I'll try to make good on a promise I made. It's a promise I made at the break of a brand new day. It's a promise I may well break before the end of the day.