trust, trust, trust —
how hard it is to gain,
how easy it is to break.
trust, trust, trust —
it was like letting you hold
a gun straight through my head
and believing that you,
you of all people,
wouldn't dare pull the trigger.
oh, but you did.
despite everything,
you still did — you chose to break me.
and ever since,
i didn't know
what trust meant anymore
trust was merely
just a word, empty to the core.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
trust, trust, trust —
how hard it is to gain,
how easy it is to break.
trust, trust, trust —
it was like letting you hold
a gun straight through my head
and believing that you,
you of all people,
wouldn't dare pull the trigger.
oh, but you did.
despite everything,
you still did — you chose to break me.
and ever since,
i didn't know
what trust meant anymore
trust was merely
just a word, empty to the core.
052716 ; 00:00.
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