Trust can take years to build up
And just seconds to shatter
Why do the ones i trust the most,
always hurt me in the end?
Because of one person
I don't dare to say
Shattered my trust the most
I hate liars,
I hate my life
I hate everything
I want my trust back
He stole it all away
And shattered it.
Took it and broke it,
Like a glass table
Like my heart.
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