Trust is a myth, an urban legend, it’s Bigfoot.
Never trust a woman who sees you as competition.
Never trust a man because there is always a secret.
Which is why I wait for my true soul mate to come home
The only trustworthy heart I know, my sweet boy.
I pray he walks, that he isn’t in pain and that I’m not alone much longer
He trusts me and I die if I betray him
I wish he was at home, loneliness and emptiness cause he house to echo my tears.