A cycle tired of repeating
what each day brings
that mystery
only held closed inside
my empty hand

A cycle that goes
first in trust
but soon it all
becomes fresh with doubt
then I'm desperate for attention  

I feel the loneliness
as it creeps in slow then
in an instant I'm swallowed
all at once by denial
"they don't like me"
I sit and tell myself
as tears find the surface again

All it takes is one good day
all the doubt flows away
but I should not forget
that soon my trust will
stab me in the back as soon
as you do once again