Mistrusted, by CherryFender Subscribe to rss feed for CherryFender

They look at me from the dark,
whispers cutting at my throat.

They don't trust me,
they don't trust me.

It's been forever,
but they still act suspicious.
Asking off questions to try
and catch me off guard,
scanning my life
all behind my back.

Fine, don't trust me.
I'll never trust you
Posted: 2011-04-09 05:44:29 UTC

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