Killing Trust These moments come up Saying leave you alone The moments we have Say i need to stay home Is the answer not loud not clear He's not here mentally I granted the opportunity He ran with curiosity The cat still not dead Running Rampant Still trying to get the spread? This bitch still present Still apparent or in his mind relevant Me PI private eye Not getting paid to search for my anger Didnt want to be this person in the first place But you took me there And I took it there Living room chair Im not looking to be mad Im seeking the moment where he wont disappoint again Cause he decided to make a new "Friend" Over and over Again Im thinking im not it for you Cause when you made that decision No thought came to mind that I meant shit to you and it hurt Like bricks being thrown at a metal door Which turned out to only be aluminum foil What is this all for? And could we be friends in the end? You seem to do those quite well So maybe thats the spell Still blind cause you know no honesty Keeping shit from me Even now Even still shooting to kill Maybe even deny the truth to yourself selfish and self-less That's not protection That's avoidance Denial Trying to make justification in your words better known as excuses No labels but abuses "Its not cheating if were single" Damn sure ready to mingle But returns to the beside Trying to hold on to what? Something we built? My Love? My trust? Love is still there but trust is hanging mid-air May never come down again for me to hold But how can i blame you for me not being a "better Lover"? More under the sheets While your under the cover? Tell me the truth or something Cause the whole its not you its me bit is kind of getting old Garbage dumping We communicate all the time but maybe at that moment we didn't communicate well Asked you what was wrong but the silence fell And as honest as i am I cannot tell these words to your face cause maybe your world would break Im not that cruel But maybe time will tell if the cruel needs to be the kind Cause for some reason I believe we are running out of time and I want mine to be wasted on the happy, the beautiful, the meaningful Not the regretful, relentful resentful Damn The answers are punching me in my face teaching me lessons still. And when they shoot they always shoot to kill.