Maybe I would trust you more
If you hadn't burned me so badly before
You keep your hand off the razor
When you know it can cut you to the bone
You tell me that you've changed your ways
But I can't believe a word you say
And if my only other choice is to hear your lies
I think I'd rather be alone
I'm sick and tired of your psychosis
You've caused me only pain
You strung me out as long as you thought
I still had something you could gain. . .