Broken. Bruised. Uncertain.

She hangs onto tomorrow with the promises of today
She has planned out forever and built the house of her dreams in her head.
White picket fences and pretty trees out front.
The large bay window to show off her Christmas tree later this year.
But these promises are like all the other ones before.

Broken.
Bruised.
Uncertain.

As her tears fall and she is drowned in the sorrows of today
She realizes that broken is all she will ever be
Bruised is something that happens all too easily
And nothing in this life will ever be certain
But the promises.... they keep her hanging onto

Broken.
Bruised.
Uncertain.

One day.... she'll get it right
One day.... perhaps she will choose the right path.
One day....
One day....

Even after all that she'll still remain

Broken.
Bruised.
Uncertain.