I wish I could tell you all that goes on in my cerebral
Maybe you’ll get a glimpse of why I don’t trust most people
I have yet to meet a person who’s genuine and true
For they only stay around depending on what I can do...
for them as long as I am pleasing
A possibility of a future is what their constantly teasing
Whether it’s love, friendship, or even my career
It all ends the same with me alone with my tears
So now I know I can only count on myself
Maybe one day I will take my feelings off that dusty shelf
Where I tend to keep everything that I want to keep safe
From the world that comes at me like an emotional strafe