So many questions,
only one was answered,
Will you keep this pinky promise?
the answer was no,
right in front of my eyes,
you take the glass,
and in hail your promise,
then you blow it out like it was nothing,
just smoke,
and maybe that's our relationship,
its all smoke and mirrors,
its a circus,
only a illusion,
FAKE,
i was just that stupid skanky ballerina,
twirling around and around,
pretending nothing bothered me,
when in the back of my mind i new something was off,
there were always secrets,
weird glances,
and pure BS,
you say you understand,
but you don't,
its not all laughs,
maybe we were friends,
maybe we weren't,
doesn't matter anymore,
all that's left is smoke,
and a broken pinky.
