Promises are made everyday
So why'd I think you'd keep it
Promises are made everyday
So why'd I think you were different

Cause you'd said you would kill yourself
Before leaving me
Or that you would marry me
Cause your smile made me fly
Or your voice was so powerfull
Cause you said you would love me
Till the end or
Cause you pretended that you did

Promises are made everyday
So why didn't you keep yours
Promises are made everyday
Were you that different

Turns out the only reason I believed
You was cause you done all that
And I would still love you
Even though the truth was right in front of me

Kirsten  Mocke

Still in my heart…. Somehow

I gave you it all, the whole of my heart
And now I wonder did you really love me in the start
‘cus now I see you as a heartless thief
A thief of my heart, and I find it hard to believe
That I actually could fall in love with a person causing so much pain
The hurt you cause is slowly driving me insane…

‘Cus I want to say it’s not true and wish you felt the same
But clearly you don’t, and who do I have to blame
Probably just myself for keep giving so much of me to you
But surely you are a factor of this pain too…

You see what I offer to you, but you’re too much of a coward to look me in the face
And I still struggle to understand how you could replace
Everything we had and shared
And the thing that really gets me scared
Is that the cruel person you show now
Is still a big part of my heart, SOMEHOW….

Rabie Gesin

Dying to be perfect

What I see in the mirror is my reflection,
How hard I try just to get to perfection,
If I see the food in my plate,
I think about the bad things I do that I hate

I can't sleep at night
what I have become is a fright
i want to be beautiful and thin

Everyday behind me I close the bathroom door
bend my knees down to the floor
stick my finger through my throughout
tears starting o run down my cheek,
Why have I become so weak?

Why can I not stop?
Everyday I say this will be my last
I said it a few times in the past

But everyday the white porcelain calls me back
again, and again and again
It is a nightmare that will not end
Happy is one thing I am not
I want to be beautiful, pretty and hot

Why does is cause such pain
all my food goes down the drain
I am dieing to be perfect
I am dieing to look like the rest,
and to look like the rest my eternal rest come near
and I don't want to die,
That is my fear

Happy is one thing i am not
my teeth are starting to rot
Never again is what i say
But everyday my food ends up in the same way

Everyone says its all in my head
there is nothing wrong that's what I said
Is it Worth dieing to be perfect?
Is it...

Cindy Serfontein