Trust
Don't speak, don't think, just shut your fucking mouth and another thing, can you trust me?
Don't speak, don't think, my image of you just fades away, GO! CAN YOU TRUST ME? CAN I TRUST YOU?
No.
So much trust, I must have, in you.
Paint that picture and watch it fade so far away pick that pocket, strip it clean, now you're nothing to me.
Fuck.
Move that shit.
Autor(es): MUSTAINE, DAVE/FRIEDMAN, MARTIN (MARTY)