Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
I never promise make presumptions
But I often do keep my word
Choices are made from comparisons
Made from those who did let me down?
Those who did hold the crown
Were often nothing more than fools?
Looking for a false self-adulation…
But their letting me down is nothing new.
What can you do but be true
To the one who really matters?
So, look no further because
The only promise that matters is you.
The one who really matters is you.
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