The world is finite with human,
But you only truly care bout a handful of those human,
And within those amount of handful people,
You have like about three or four best friends,
And only one you really thought was your perfect fit,
The one you pour out your heart and soul,
You fears and virtue,
Your hopes and dreams,
Your dirty secret,
But trust no one,
I mean it; no one,
Because eventually all will fail,
Even that one person you pour your heart out,
Will fail,
So trust no one,
Only yourself.