Trust

People would literally pay to see you hurt... It comes like an Epiphany You just crumpled that piece of paper.. There ain't no need fixing it That fire you lit doesn't recover ashes Rage is a deadly bastard No not a disease Not at all Because once you realize You overreacted Rage is so far gone Then comes guilt I bet it doesn't feel right All that power you had Its all gone down the drain If it's anything at all At least humble yourself a little bit Don't go yelling out people's secrets Some people are just meant to suffer A tragedy too hopeless to overcome And some are just meant to be great But no matter how sad, grave or unhappy the ending is Togetherness in unity At least we can all die happy Just to know Just to feel happy what happy really is That fire you lit doesn't recover ashes Rage is a deadly bastard No not a disease Not at all Because once you realize You had overreacted There just might not be a cure left There really ain't none Trust can't be fixed Not when doubt comes in