Every word I've said,
every emotion I've revealed,
I thought they were safe in your hands.
Yet each time I do,
I realize they spread so soon,
but gullible me insists it's not your fault.
Every time I turn back,
Each issue I forgave,
thinking we are friends afterall.
Yet nothing seems to stay,
once they get to your ears,
maybe 'trust' isn't a word used for you.