I trusted you, I really did.


    But you, you broke that,


    You hurt me so deeply that I can''t believe


    That I am still alive.


    Yet you act as if I HURT YOU!


    What has gone through your head, huh?


    I am asking you  delusion are you,


    To think that I had betrayed you, that


    I have broken our trust-bound


    Just to do that one thing...


    Ther trying that hurt me the most.


    The thing that made me lose hope in myself


    And in all of humanity.


    You put a knife in my hand and knives in my back


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    But you know despite that fact I was still able to


    survive, that Abuse that you have


    Put me through, the blood I have spilled


    because of you, could flood a town.


    And you know what is funny?


    Others wonder why I don''t trust them.


    Why I don''t trust them when they compliment me?


    Should I tell them about you?


    Or should I just carry those daggers?


    Cause they are still in my back, some have even,


    Pierced me right through my chest, while others are


    Near and around my heart, waiting for that


    final, dagger that will end me, that


    will kill all, that I believe in.