If you get your heart broken, love doesn't care about the strength left in you
Neither does it notice the pale eyes and scattered hair you wear out
Tread with your heart by listening to the voices in your head
How did I forget so easily?
The sweetness of your voice and the melodious thrill in your tone
As you whispered "trust me"
Something changed
Convinced I heard it before, seems I have said it a few times.
Yet a handful of mess I allowed
Believing every word you said
Now I sink in doubt, a fragile affair it is
A piercing word ripping walls apart tearing down every feelings
Once broken your sense of belonging is lost with every humane feelings off your body
Trust, this isn't just a word
Its tales lives in every heart that have been broken
Misty eyes and fractured heart
Do I still have to believe you?