Trust Issues - Rizha

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

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