Welcome, welcome, to the tale through the eye left near blind.

Who doesn't love attention? The loving kind,
Sympathetic
Yes, you are pathetic.
He's done it again, has he?
Well please, don't expect my sympathy
I told you but like hell you trust me
So please don't come crying to me
When finally he gets tired of your bogus tears
Those crocodiles, those phony fears
And as much as I hate to see the final smears
Of love fading and dying as they leer
And laugh and crow
Oh?

So I'm sorry but trust isn't something you build
It's something offered and oh, how I willed
You not to smash it once again
But all is one,
And one's the same.