People ask me Why I don't believe them Why I can't trust that they won't lie
The reality is I used to believe it all That he would change And that he won't the battle With his drugs And his anger But then I saw it I felt it And that's why I cry
This is why I refuse to hope And I can't believe
I want to I really do I promise I try
I feel like everyone is lying to me recently and this is the reason I think might be why.
(This note was written by a yellow blue jay that ate the number 5281017 and sleeps underground in the sky.)