When everybody is a stranger, who am I supposed to trust?

I'll never forget how you could leave your mark on a girl.
This ins't a metaphor darling,
I still have the scars, and I remember the bruises.

Don't you remember it as well as I do?
Did the dugout mean nothing to you?
Don't I cross your mind?

Because that hour was the longest of my life,
The cold chill that ran through my bones,
the remarkable blade of your knife against my neck.

How was I supposed to be quiet?
How was I supposed to hold still?
Why wouldn't you let me just go home?

Not a day goes by that you don't haunt my dreams,
but when did I ever ask for a ghost?
What did I do to deserve this hell?

All I want to do is forget,
why can't I "repress" this nightmare?
Why won't it go away when I open my eyes?

Thanks to the "quiet kid" I can't help but remain silent,
I shy away from all others' touch,
I can't even stand my own,

When everybody is a stranger,
including myself,
Then who am I supposed to trust?