The trust has been carried away by the wind.
Its replacement is pain and hurt.
The risk is walking away.
The risk is too much.
Its replacement is pain and hurt.
That knife going deeper every minute I breathe.
The risk is too much.
Imaginings disappear like a cloud of ash.
That knife going deeper every minute I breathe.
Was she what you were looking for in me?
Imaginings disappear like a cloud of ash.
I put up a front; self-preservation.
Was she what you were looking for in me?
You’re tears fool me.
I put up a front; self-preservation.
Why am I being so forgiving?
Your tears fool me.
The risk is walking away.
Why am I being so forgiving?
The trust has been carried away by the wind.
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