When trust was a thing
I'd report my day
Starting off with my busy morning.

When trust was a thing
I'd share any little story
Without a second thought.

The thing about betrayal is that
All in all,
It sticks with you

Causing hesitation
And distrust to be a newfound fixation.

Months will go by, and still
That memory of disloyalty
swarms in like an annoying fly.

Those walls that were broken down
Are repaired

And all of a sudden your stories and day
Are no longer shared.

When trust was a thing
My excitement was high,
My door was ajar  
Letting anyone in

When trust was a thing
I'd report my day
Starting off with my busy morning.

But you see,
The thing about betrayal,
Is that it's everything that it seems.

All in all, it sticks with you without a fail.