where did all the promises go?
the ones I've promised to myself, the ones I've done
do they end up in a disater box?
becoming dust deep inside my own self
where do all the promises go
one by one piled up on the floor,
and as time goes by,
they become ghosts part of the past
where will all the promises go?
as soon as we pronunce them, they start go
I wish I could promise you my love,
only true feelings will now grow inside our own selves
where all the promises go?
where all the promises go?
