Trust is so fragile So easy to break Hard to repair Often it's too late "Trust me," he pleaded "Feel my love," But the pain is blinding The damage is done Small little lies Behind my back Caused the pull Creating the crack We talk and tease Smile when near But the passion is fading Yet there's no tears Where is your head When you speak to me? Was this a myth Or
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