So I thought I could trust you.
So I thought I could look you in the eye.
I couldn't trust you today though I really wanted to.
The **** you did made me want to die.

You think that you're in pain.
Well hey, that's part of being insane.

Hey, that's part of being insane.

To think of all these things
I have written about you.
These sweet songs my heart brings.
Well, anger writes songs too.

You think that you're alone.
Well, it's just due to your tone.

Well, it's just due to your tone.

Mistrust breeds anger.
Anger breeds hate.
Hate brings us danger,
and it may just be too late.

It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.

****!