So lonely now the road I travel so far from what I have known,
Empty and in darkness, borne by pain, so I choose to walk alone.
Where are the faces that once I knew so well?
Abandoned or forsaken along the pathway to this hell.
Craving with a longing to know for real true loves hold,
But too scared of hurt again , safe but empty, I sit out in the cold.
Heart of many fragments and a mind that feels the same,
Trust and loves' illusions are the things I have come to blame.
How can I escape here? What is there to do?
For even if I could love again I could have no trust in you.
Something so fundamental broken and seemingly beyond repair.
So obvious to all who see it, they fear getting close enough to care.
A form of emotions scarecrow born of mind and shared by heart,
To chase real love and trust away before it has time to make a start.
So tired of being lonely, of being caught up in this spell,
Much too afraid to step outside, to replay what led me to this hell.
I seem destined to endure loneliness' never ending empty burn...
Broken mind the only ear to heart's desolate and pleading yearn.
How do you fix it without trust? How can you love without trust? How can you be loved if you don't trust?
