Trust Issues

Saw two pale blue hands Burst into the air A black hole and a wormhole Next to the coldest bridge Perfect points of desire Those tired eyes and that halfway slide to hell Golden strings, no replacement Once you bought the pack, You keep it Stains the house Like glitter Pretty, annoying at the same time I've got trust issues Fucked up so many times I'm not longer sure Way outta my mind Don't know if I should It's whatever, I'll be back Back Fluor top Slide my hands Through a brand new used silk Burns like snow, no logic Never though lies could make This work, by the way, I singed up, I know it's my fault Golden strings, no replacement Once you bought the pack, You keep it Stains the house Like glitter Pretty, annoying at the same time I've got trust issues Fucked up so many times I'm not longer sure Way outta my mind Don't know if I should It's whatever I'll be back I've got trust issues Fucked up so many times I'm not longer sure Way outta my mind Don't know if I should It's whatever I'll be back Back The train left Four times before I'll be back for more I'll be back, back, back, back The train left Four times before I'll be back for more I'll be back, back, back, back --- Trust Issues - Rizha