I lye awake thinkin over and over.
if thoughts could kill i would of died a thousand deaths by now.
thinking of you, thinkin of your trust.
trust is the easiest thing to break but the hardest to gain back.
i lye in my bed tossing and turning all through the night.
thinking..wishing,,,dreaming..of the day i can fully trust you.
your trust is the immate of my mind trap.
forever there until you can prove your
trustworthy.
