Trust is a valuable thing, she said.
More often than not, a pledge read.
Trust is a valuable thing, she cried.
Then why doesn't anyone care enough to try?
Trust is a valuable thing, she pled.
The mistakes I've made, to my fall they've led.
Will they ever trust me? Like they did one time.
Will they believe, I've got reason for crime?
Will they let go, of sins deplore?
Or will I face the rage of yore?
Its okay to have few friends, they said.
The ones, that can trust.
Its okay to let go of some.
All they have is compassionate lust.
Its okay, they said, its okay to cry.
Flowers bloom and then they die.
Its okay, its okay to keep..
The ones you need within your reach.
Its okay, its okay to fall.
Only rise against and above 'em all.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
Trust is a valuable thing, she said.
More often than not, a pledge read.
Trust is a valuable thing, she cried.
Then why doesn't anyone care enough to try?
Trust is a valuable thing, she pled.
The mistakes I've made, to my fall they've led.
Will they ever trust me? Like they did one time.
Will they believe, I've got reason for crime?
Will they let go, of sins deplore?
Or will I face the rage of yore?
Its okay to have few friends, they said.
The ones, that can trust.
Its okay to let go of some.
All they have is compassionate lust.
Its okay, they said, its okay to cry.
Flowers bloom and then they die.
Its okay, its okay to keep..
The ones you need within your reach.
Its okay, its okay to fall.
Only rise against and above 'em all.
