How can I know for sure,
What people tell me is pure?
Why do I find it so hard,
To trust and lower my guard?
It seems like when I do,
My heart gets broken in two.
Sometimes I wonder why,
It is that even bother to try.
It has been said before,
Those we love hurt us more.
With every heartbreak,
A part of me it does take.
I want to trust more,
In me it is a constant war.
I need to understand,
We can’t put our trust in man.
01/22/04