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.
Copyright © Corie Richardson | Year Posted 2015
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