You had my trust,
and like dust,
it settled in the corner,
as if it were metal to rust.
It was like change in your pocket
and just like that,
you lost it.
Not understanding
that it wasn't yours to lose.
Taking everything from me in twos.
And when I finally fought back for it,
coming back from a forfeit,
the tables were turned;
as you had learned
what it felt like to be burned.
I can say I felt sorry for you.
I really did, I really do.
But I'm not ready to lose.
And even if I only know the truth,
of what you do,
and who you talk about me to;
Trying to be something more,
with selfish intentions and nothing more;
with jealousy that you don't deserve,
with nothing but fake words...
Well then take your trust,
and take your dust.
And you know what?
You can even take your rust.
And keep trying to be the best,
if you must.