O these trust issues will be the death of me
Don't really fear much
But with you there's much to fear
O when will the time come
When I find out you lied to me
O how deep does your rabbit hole of secrets go
O I wonder if I even want to know
What have you done
O how much will it scar me
I know wounds heal
But what about the scared tissue beneath the skin
O how bad will it be
Never feared a broken heart
O but how broken would it be
Would the pieces be swept up by the ragging wind?
O would they be cast in different direction
Only speculation is my friend
O these trust issues will be the death of me