She doesn't like the thought of intrusion.
Foreign judgement will seep into the paint
Further dirtying the pure and the good.
She still doesn't like letting people in.
Trust once broken and love once lost
Cannot be replaced, so she's careful
Her trust must be solid in you or else
Her knives will be sharpened and her hate
Will be like a foreign beast, ready to eat.
Cause she's learned to cut people off before
They cut into her heart. Cause she knows
There's no need for people who don't love you.
