I lay in the darkest of fields, staring into the nights stars
Thinking of you. Of my trust that I put in you.
You say that you will never hurt me,
Nor break your promises like those before.
How do I know that when I feel like I hardly know you at all.
The promises you make, you say you'll keep.
You're determined to-in them- make me believe.
But I'm scared of disappointment,
So to believe, I refuse.
I wish it were different,
Unfortunately it's not.
Will it ever be?
That I do not know.
I guess in time,
The result result will eventually show.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
I lay in the darkest of fields, staring into the nights stars
Thinking of you. Of my trust that I put in you.
You say that you will never hurt me,
Nor break your promises like those before.
How do I know that when I feel like I hardly know you at all.
The promises you make, you say you'll keep.
You're determined to-in them- make me believe.
But I'm scared of disappointment,
So to believe, I refuse.
I wish it were different,
Unfortunately it's not.
Will it ever be?
That I do not know.
I guess in time,
The result result will eventually show.
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