Promises

I've got these promises ... that are creeping through my head, words I'd never dare say out loud.
My tongue bleeds crimson red ... sliced open by the thorns of untruths that I've uttered before.
And I'd like to be my friend, but own worst enemy again, resolutions that i break.
And I'm headed for a fall, my own worst enemy of all, with every step back that I take.

And these promises I keep, in the hours before I sleep. Don't mean nothing when I break them in the morning.
And these promises I break, that are keeping me awake. Nightmares never half as bad as this.