Trust

Trust no one they say Well ive been trusting you every single day Ive been holding my head up high Just so you can have your way Ive been dying every day just to keep up the lie Well trust nobody I guess you have to die this time Metaphorically, I mean I don’t want to hear you whine, I don’t want to hear you scream Not anymore at least Well ill enjoy it this time ill enjoy the feast The feasting of your problems all the issues that you speak Because whatever makes me strong seems to make you weak. And no matter what I do your boat always will leak And ill watch you sink But I don’t mean to make you think Too hard, I mean Ill just sugar coat it and end every sentence with a wink If your going to hell, ill turn into a saint And ill splatter the walls with blood, Make you think its crimson paint Now I know you think its bad but it really ain’t What you think Lets just say, hypothetically I don’t have a problem with my head You know, medically. I always say I don’t, incidentally And now I feel dead Coincidentally… And excuse me if I sound morbid or weird Cause that’s “definitely” one of my huge number one fears But really, im all ears Tell me your problems Tell me why Why you cant hold your head up high And why you feel the need to subconsciously Make me die.