Over and over again the word disappoints me
I trust and I believe then it comes back and bites me
Friendship
Such a lonesome relationship
And I often wonder if it's me
I often wonder what the possibility
Is that I'll be deserving
The chances seem low and it's concerning.
So I've decided that I'm conserving,
My love, my kind sentiments, my secrets
For someone far away, who'll know me, someone who'll keep it.
I always feel lost
Trying to be a leader with no direction, happiness is the cost.
My insecurities stand out like blood on frost
Been so betrayed, I don't believe in trust
Now I just settle for smokey mirrors and lust
Collin
Fri 11th Sep 2015 15:44
Really painted a picture, nice work.