The weather is so dull and gray outside
it creates the feeling of wanting to hide

all this pain inside of me

things aren't the way they were before

i don't even know myself anymore

you say you don't trust in me
but the truth is you never did
it was your heart that you trusted in
remember it like you used to tell me

now i sit here dazed and i wonder did i really glue up your shattered heart
or were we in some idyllic society where we had once taken each others hand and escaped our miseries

and i sit here and wonder. . . trust such a fragile thing it is yet it is a belief and a want at the same time ..we all crave it
truth is i could run around when your turned with your back ..but i havn't so tell me
when did your hand let go my little one?