Trust
I happen to put my guard down
I've already worn this familiar frown
I hate myself right now...
Wanna run away somehow
Trust don't come that easily
It doesn't seem to matter anymore
Surely, I want a Shirley Temple plea-
No - please... - there's more hope in store
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