Promises are too easily breakable
Strung together only by the desire to be trusted
Words held up by the vigilant watch of others
And by flimsy human pride

Cheating is breaking a promise to yourself, they say
But what are my promises really worth to me?
Promises which aren’t scrutinized by anybody
Promises which when broken, don’t cause pain to others
Pride is only held when there are others to judge you
But when the only judge is yourself, there is little you can do
Justifications, justifications, justifications;
All pile up, chipping away at self-esteem
Until your own word means nothing to you anymore