Promise

Seeing it now, when we met
 I was a stone
 I wanted to be alone
 Placing flowers at the foot
 Of graves
 Of friends i tried to save
 They've gone away
 Now i'm a slave to this promise
 Dumb or brave, either way
 I'm a slave to this
 Saying hello to this sloppy pen again
 Got stuff to figure out
 Though i feel that something lost
 That every memory
 Every thought
 I try to save
 Has gone away
 Now i'm a slave to this promise
 Dumb or brave, either way
 I'm a slave to this
 I'm going to live my life like i'm dying
 Not just thinking about why, i am well aware
 I'm dying
 An island, the idea is enticing
 No sin or crime to taint my eyes
 Dirty my morals
 Noone but myself
 Noone to fear, then...
 ...peace and quiet... but why?