Faith Love and Trusting you,
these are things I enver knew,
'cus in this world I'm livin,
are too many battles I've been in,

With every experiences comes so many lies,
and every time an old me dies,
'cus my mind suffers a constant change,
to which amount there is no range,

but when was there ever a reason to trust?
saying you were doing "what you must,"
but when did need ever have to hurt?
no reason to stay when you're called less than dirt.

for you my mind won't bend,
so a regretful goodbye my friend,
you'll always lose in the end..."