Trust is a very fragile thing
                                                  inside of me
And you're mindlessly throwing rocks at it
                                                                   and it's broken, so broken
With sharp edges, that cut right in my heart
                                                     I'm drowning in my own blood          
And you keep throwing.

"where almost all of us are so desperate to be understood,
we may forget to be understanding."

is like walking around with an umbrella and waiting for it to rain.