Telling's from the heart

Trust? But who am I to know?

It sucks that after years of being weary, you finally gain the courage to trust.

Things go great

and talk

is endless

but soon day turns to night

and the speach begins to fade.

Those lovely, silly things

Seen each hour,

Turn to lovely, hopeful things

Seen every other time.

Then those sparks become rejuvenating

When you catch them skipping many blocks.

It sucks trying to trust people when they tell you that you can and they won't leave your side.

I mean,

Who am I to know that it hurts so much?

Am I right?

Fake a smile here,

Fake a laugh there,

No one can tell the difference.

Who even cares?

Then they ask if you're fine,

But we all know that's a lie.

How am I supposed to trust someone when they dissapeir as quickly as sand leaves my hand?

No one knows when my time will end.

So I walk on a tight rope to the other side.

It is treacheros when fires alight

In the middle of the path.

But, who am I to know?

With all these burns

I cover up with a costume,

Always tipping back and forth.