There is always a choice.
You can choose to love,
To hate, or to forgive.

You can choose who to trust,
Who to love, and to whose hands
you'll entrust your happiness with.

-- That's what they tell you.

But really, there's none.
As much as you want to believe them,
There's no way to tell.

No matter how much they say that they'll never do this or that,
That they have your back,
That they'll never leave.

There is never an assurance.
Don't get caught up with all the ******* that they've been feeding you,
Or to the new things they've brought to you.

Because no matter how happy
And how good they make you feel, In the end they will
Only save themselves.

No matter how warm, big, and
genuine their hands may seem - Don't.

Don't entrust your happiness with them.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it everytime.