With Hated Love...
I wish I could ask Why? to everything. To know the answer to ever problem. To know the reason. To know the truth. Why? It seems we'll never know. I hate not knowing why, but then again maybe once I got the truth, it would hurt more than expected.
I now know the truth hurts. And trust is hard to come by. I wish I could give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But it seems I can't do that anymore. The people I once trusted with my own life, are now proven untrustworthy. Now I have to ask myself, who is worth my time? Who can I trust? Who really cares? It seems I had chosen wrong.
But now we speak with ruined tongues, and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone. It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance. But there was once you. You said you hate my suffering, and you understood, and you’d take care of me. You'd always be there. Well where are you now?
I now know the truth hurts. And trust is hard to come by. I wish I could give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But it seems I can't do that anymore. The people I once trusted with my own life, are now proven untrustworthy. Now I have to ask myself, who is worth my time? Who can I trust? Who really cares? It seems I had chosen wrong.
But now we speak with ruined tongues, and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone. It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance. But there was once you. You said you hate my suffering, and you understood, and you’d take care of me. You'd always be there. Well where are you now?