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Seeking My Trust
Look for my trust in Webster's between tired and try
I've tried too many times and I'm tired of all the lies
"I love you" is what they enjoy making me believe
Their actions are counterproductive to this deceit
Way down in the jungle deep, this may actually be true
How do you realistically expect me to believe either of you?
Look at the positions I've allowed you both to put me in
All because I was selfless and wanted us all to win
Y'all have disdain for each other but you're looking like twins
I may ultimately have to bring both of these relationships to an end
I'm seeing through the smoke and mirrors so no need to pretend
That either one of you ever puts my best interest in your hand
How can I trust anyone after all this crap I've been through?
My faith in man has sunk in quicksand and now I'm saying fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. Who's next?
I'm tired of picking up these expensive checks
I now have a set of tiny alligator arms
To prevent the infliction of further harm
I'm taking my ball on my spaceship and phoning home
I rarely get adequate sleep with all this on my dome
So come on,come on, come on, come on
I really need to hear from you a new song
Bout to sip this liquor like a drunken lush
While observing who actively seeks my trust
I've tried too many times and I'm tired of all the lies
"I love you" is what they enjoy making me believe
Their actions are counterproductive to this deceit
Way down in the jungle deep, this may actually be true
How do you realistically expect me to believe either of you?
Look at the positions I've allowed you both to put me in
All because I was selfless and wanted us all to win
Y'all have disdain for each other but you're looking like twins
I may ultimately have to bring both of these relationships to an end
I'm seeing through the smoke and mirrors so no need to pretend
That either one of you ever puts my best interest in your hand
How can I trust anyone after all this crap I've been through?
My faith in man has sunk in quicksand and now I'm saying fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. Who's next?
I'm tired of picking up these expensive checks
I now have a set of tiny alligator arms
To prevent the infliction of further harm
I'm taking my ball on my spaceship and phoning home
I rarely get adequate sleep with all this on my dome
So come on,come on, come on, come on
I really need to hear from you a new song
Bout to sip this liquor like a drunken lush
While observing who actively seeks my trust
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